<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Mages on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mages/</link><description>Recent content in Mages on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mages/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Borrowed Time</title><link>/stories/2012/06/09/borrowed-time/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/09/borrowed-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The child was sitting, alone, digging in the sand with a spoon. She was young, maybe three years old. Asilla glanced around. There were other people in the park, but none nearby. She walked over to the girl.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hi.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The girl looked up at her with big, brown eyes. Asilla squatted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;My name is Silla. What&amp;rsquo;s yours?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The child didn&amp;rsquo;t respond, only stared.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Asilla took another look around, held up her hand before the child&amp;rsquo;s face, and made the sign. The girl began to cry.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Borrowed Time</title><link>/stories/2012/06/09/borrowed-time/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/09/borrowed-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The child was sitting, alone, digging in the sand with a spoon. She was young, maybe three years old. Asilla glanced around. There were other people in the park, but none nearby. She walked over to the girl.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hi.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The girl looked up at her with big, brown eyes. Asilla squatted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;My name is Silla. What&amp;rsquo;s yours?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The child didn&amp;rsquo;t respond, only stared.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Asilla took another look around, held up her hand before the child&amp;rsquo;s face, and made the sign. The girl began to cry.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>