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27 lines
2.3 KiB
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<rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
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<channel>
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<title>Drafts on cassie.ink</title>
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<link>http://localhost:1313/drafts/</link>
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<description>Recent content in Drafts on cassie.ink</description>
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<generator>Hugo</generator>
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<language>en-us</language>
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<lastBuildDate>Sun, 29 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate>
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<atom:link href="http://localhost:1313/drafts/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
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<item>
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<title>dad</title>
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<link>http://localhost:1313/dad/</link>
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<pubDate>Sun, 29 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>http://localhost:1313/dad/</guid>
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<description><p>My father left when I was six and never stopped leaving. At school events, scheduled visits, personal lows, I scanned the crowd for his face and didn&rsquo;t find it. I grew used to his absence and started to resent the appearances he made; when he did show up, I&rsquo;d wish he hadn&rsquo;t. At my college graduation, he parted with the gift, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m glad you&rsquo;re not a fuck up like me,&rdquo; turning my achievements into his own deluded, narcissistic pursuit of sympathy. He at least — and unwittingly — stumbled upon a truth: I succeeded despite his example and influence. Never because of it.</p></description>
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</item>
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<item>
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<title></title>
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<link>http://localhost:1313/drafts/turning-30/</link>
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<pubDate>Mon, 25 Nov 2024 23:56:38 -0500</pubDate>
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<guid>http://localhost:1313/drafts/turning-30/</guid>
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<description><p>My thirtieth birthday party, the day before my actual turn from one decade to the next, was a beautiful night. My mom, both pre-emptively staking out her territory as an Italian-American grandmother and (past but an adverb?) fulfilling regrets at never having been able to throw me a childhood party, brought too much food and snacks and love — or staying up and out past the early afternoon, which is a kind of love for us; my friends, older than me in years and with busy families and schedules, brought wisdom and comfort in growing older gracefully; and my friends closer in age drove great distances to celebrate <em>me</em> — or at least, with me.</p></description>
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</rss>
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