<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378140182444124340</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:38:27.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimmie Kim's Main Blogspot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmie Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00674540763033573919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S2pHTYQ12lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mpANC9RQmW8/S220/DSCF0868.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378140182444124340.post-2759717933970690241</id><published>2010-03-17T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:26:00.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instead of FB saints rambling on so much about what a good word they heard, they should also include something about what they heard. It is fruitless to say that you &amp;#39;had a time&amp;#39;, and just leave it at that.  We should talk a little about why we had such a good time. Why not share the info?  Wouldn&amp;#39;t we want someone else to be blessed also? I feel that we take the peculiar people thing the wrong way. This is why people don&amp;#39;t want to be like us. I think that if we talk about the message, then that would hold us accountable for it. I mean, who wants the message thrown back in our face if we don&amp;#39;t live up to it?  It is human nature to rush to catch someone in their own words that they may have uttered in the past.&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378140182444124340-2759717933970690241?l=kimmiekim613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/feeds/2759717933970690241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378140182444124340&amp;postID=2759717933970690241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/2759717933970690241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/2759717933970690241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/2010/03/instead-of-fb-saints-rambling-on-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimmie Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00674540763033573919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S2pHTYQ12lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mpANC9RQmW8/S220/DSCF0868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378140182444124340.post-4831743144123517376</id><published>2010-02-26T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:58:43.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the Hubbard Glacier; I was on the Carnival Spirit in May 2009 when i saw this sight in the morning, right outside of my private balcony!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S4huQkOi5mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tLXJ45-Ayfo/s1600-h/DSCF0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S4huQkOi5mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tLXJ45-Ayfo/s400/DSCF0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378140182444124340-4831743144123517376?l=kimmiekim613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/feeds/4831743144123517376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378140182444124340&amp;postID=4831743144123517376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/4831743144123517376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/4831743144123517376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-hubbard-glacier-i-was-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimmie Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00674540763033573919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S2pHTYQ12lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mpANC9RQmW8/S220/DSCF0868.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S4huQkOi5mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tLXJ45-Ayfo/s72-c/DSCF0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378140182444124340.post-8148436491053012537</id><published>2010-02-22T18:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:02:24.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay me!</title><content type='html'>I won&amp;#39;t complain!  So far things are going well; I&amp;#39;m paying trips off this week, and mom just told me about another cruise in 2011!!! On the Oasis, no less! We&amp;#39;ll see about that.  I pray all goes well, and I will be able to go.  &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m learning to focus more on the blessings that I have already instead of on the things that I don&amp;#39;t have yet. Whenever I dwell on things that I want that I don&amp;#39;t have yet, it makes me mad and anxious.  I don&amp;#39;t want to feel like that anymore.  It&amp;#39;s so much better to be thankful for what I already have!&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378140182444124340-8148436491053012537?l=kimmiekim613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/feeds/8148436491053012537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378140182444124340&amp;postID=8148436491053012537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/8148436491053012537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/8148436491053012537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-me.html' title='Yay me!'/><author><name>Kimmie Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00674540763033573919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S2pHTYQ12lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mpANC9RQmW8/S220/DSCF0868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378140182444124340.post-7982438673045833422</id><published>2010-02-18T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:19:12.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Window Through Which We Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:13;color:black;"&gt;The  Window Through Which We  Look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:9;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:13;color:black;"&gt;A  young couple moved into a new neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;The next morning while they were eating breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;The young woman saw her neighbor hanging the wash outside.&lt;br /&gt;'That  laundry is not very  clean,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;'She  doesn't know how to wash  correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she needs better  laundry soap.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband looked on, but remained  silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry,&lt;br /&gt;The young woman would make the same comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About one month  later, the  woman was surprised to see  a nice clean wash on the line  and said to her husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Look, she has learned how to wash correctly.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who taught her this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband said, 'I got up early this morning and&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned our windows.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:10;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:13;color:blue;"&gt;And so it is with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:10;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:13;color:blue;"&gt;What we see when watching others&lt;br /&gt;depends on the window through which we look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:10;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:10;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378140182444124340-7982438673045833422?l=kimmiekim613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/feeds/7982438673045833422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378140182444124340&amp;postID=7982438673045833422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/7982438673045833422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/7982438673045833422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/2010/02/window-through-which-we-look.html' title='The Window Through Which We Look'/><author><name>Kimmie Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00674540763033573919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S2pHTYQ12lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mpANC9RQmW8/S220/DSCF0868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378140182444124340.post-893590752309411646</id><published>2010-02-16T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:10:37.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Underground</title><content type='html'>I am on my way to work as I am typing this; it&amp;#39;s a Tuesday morning during the mid-winter recess. There are no schoolchildren on the rails, so what is the delay? I suppose it&amp;#39;s always something, even when we least expect it. We humans tend to get a little lax when we think that all should be going well.  Truth is, we should always be on guard, until we are off duty!  There is a little snow falling, and I did hear that the #6 train was running express, so that may be a cause of the delay. Well, as long as I get to work safely, that is what matters, yes? &lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378140182444124340-893590752309411646?l=kimmiekim613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/feeds/893590752309411646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378140182444124340&amp;postID=893590752309411646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/893590752309411646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/893590752309411646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/2010/02/underground.html' title='The Underground'/><author><name>Kimmie Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00674540763033573919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S2pHTYQ12lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mpANC9RQmW8/S220/DSCF0868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378140182444124340.post-6607078873042628798</id><published>2010-02-15T12:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:33:46.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soup of the Day</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I keep thinking about this soup, but it was soooo good. It's borscht, and I had it at Teresa's on Montague Street in Brooklyn Heights, NY. It's their Monday Soup of the day, and I guess i just was so pleasantly surprised that it tasted so good, i just can't get it out of my mind!!!! Yummmm!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S3mEiQnqYLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yCeQ-xFUys8/s1600-h/IMG_3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 187px; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S3mEiQnqYLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yCeQ-xFUys8/s160/IMG_3519.JPG" width="213" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378140182444124340-6607078873042628798?l=kimmiekim613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/feeds/6607078873042628798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378140182444124340&amp;postID=6607078873042628798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/6607078873042628798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/6607078873042628798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/2010/02/soup-of-day.html' title='Soup of the Day'/><author><name>Kimmie Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00674540763033573919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S2pHTYQ12lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mpANC9RQmW8/S220/DSCF0868.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S3mEiQnqYLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yCeQ-xFUys8/s72-c/IMG_3519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378140182444124340.post-7549379907732400422</id><published>2010-02-11T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:04:16.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An epiphany</title><content type='html'>There comes a time when you say, enough! When you reach the point in your life that you realize that your destiny is mostly in your hands. I think I reached that point today. I thought that our mayor would at the very least, allow us to go home early today. But that did not happen. I worked a full day at work, even though there was a blizzard.  Other offices in our building, as well as banks and federal buildings, allowed their workers to leave early so as to get home safely. That did not happen with us. I know now that I must leave and become self sufficient.  Bloomberg doesn&amp;#39;t care about the common man; how could he when he is a billionaire????&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378140182444124340-7549379907732400422?l=kimmiekim613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/feeds/7549379907732400422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378140182444124340&amp;postID=7549379907732400422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/7549379907732400422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/7549379907732400422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/2010/02/epiphany.html' title='An epiphany'/><author><name>Kimmie Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00674540763033573919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S2pHTYQ12lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mpANC9RQmW8/S220/DSCF0868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378140182444124340.post-664933985781826445</id><published>2009-04-18T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:11:04.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these days...</title><content type='html'>One of these days, I'm going to sit down and figure out this blogger thing.  I mean, how hard can it be?  Does it have to be complicated?  I figure I'll just start, and then figure it out as I go along.  If anyone has any tips to give me to get started, I will gladly receive them.  What I need is a quick guide, just on the basics; the rest will come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4378140182444124340-664933985781826445?l=kimmiekim613.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/feeds/664933985781826445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4378140182444124340&amp;postID=664933985781826445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/664933985781826445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4378140182444124340/posts/default/664933985781826445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiekim613.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-these-days.html' title='One of these days...'/><author><name>Kimmie Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00674540763033573919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpuCHSaRRiw/S2pHTYQ12lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mpANC9RQmW8/S220/DSCF0868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
