<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[beforeleftunsaid]]></title><description><![CDATA[beforeleftunsaid]]></description><link>https://beforeleftunsaid.wixsite.com/isabella/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2026 15:31:15 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://beforeleftunsaid.wixsite.com/isabella/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[notes from the back porch]]></title><description><![CDATA[Late June arrived before anyone realized, and the summer heat had begun to linger over the town. The trees sway along to the melody of the rusted wind chime and birdsong, which echo across the acres of space, occupied only by the wild. Golden light trickles across the splintered wood that sits beneath my feet. I take in the crisp, sweet smell of the freshly trimmed grass that was recently bathed in last night’s shower and finally take my seat in the rocking chair that has been calling to me...]]></description><link>https://beforeleftunsaid.wixsite.com/isabella/post/notes-from-the-back-porch</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a455b509c4d1b405b24b155</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2026 18:24:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/b3a467_b3dc8c63f28e494abdfa450b533169f8~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_736,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>thelivingarchivebl</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>