<?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>Twist on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/twist/</link><description>Recent content in Twist on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/twist/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>One Endless Hour</title><link>/stories/2018/04/03/one-endless-hour/</link><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/03/one-endless-hour/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I turned to take a quick look at my reflection in the glass wall of the office I was waiting in.  I was a picture of California cool. Dark red lipstick and piercing blue eyes. White flared linen pants and three-inch heels to accentuate my long legs; a matching Chanel silk blouse and a Hermes scarf around my neck. My Prada sunglasses were perched on top of my long red hair as I waited for the office’s occupant to return.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>