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<rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:apple-wallpapers="http://www.apple.com/ilife/wallpapers" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:g-custom="http://base.google.com/cns/1.0" xmlns:yweather="http://xml.weather.yahoo.com/ns/rss/1.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:creativeCommons="http://backend.userland.com/creativeCommonsRssModule" xmlns:taxo="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/taxonomy/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:sx="http://feedsync.org/2007/feedsync" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/" xmlns:g-core="http://base.google.com/ns/1.0" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:opensearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:geo="http://www.w3.org/2003/01/geo/wgs84_pos#" version="2.0"><channel><title>Les temps changent ..</title><link>http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/</link><description>Mon amour de Poney &amp;#60;3 ______ Pierrick &amp;#9829; ____ Charlène S.</description><sy:updatePeriod>daily</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2009-10-26T10:43:14Z</sy:updateBase><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-10-26T10:43:14Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><dc:rights /><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5dccc853/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C2490A1445610Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E0A60E0A50Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>"Les années collèges s'en sont allés ; laissant derière elles des souvenirs magiques. " Les meilleurs . &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5dccc853/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1573701715/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1573701715/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1573701715/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1573701715/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2490144561-posted-on-2009-06-05.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-08T15:41:46Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2490144561-posted-on-2009-06-05.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2490144561.2.jpg" alt="" /></a> &quot;Les années collèges s&#039;en sont allés ; laissant derière elles des souvenirs magiques. &quot; Les meilleurs . </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/43d8b9d4/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C23448788370Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E0A30E0A70Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Face.Book &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/43d8b9d4/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1138276820/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1138276820/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1138276820/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1138276820/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2344878837-posted-on-2009-03-07.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-09-26T19:57:29Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2344878837-posted-on-2009-03-07.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2344878837.8.jpg" alt="" /></a> Face.Book </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3a6c18cd/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C22950A418750Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E0A20E0A80Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Of course the Quebec &amp; I miss her capita. Let us not forget all the smiles &amp; laughter. Keep a irreplaceable memories &amp; we promise, we never forget. " Love , Love ,...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3a6c18cd/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/980162765/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/980162765/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/980162765/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/980162765/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2295041875-posted-on-2009-02-08.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-08T15:36:56Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2295041875-posted-on-2009-02-08.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2295041875.8.jpg" alt="" /></a> Of course the Quebec &amp; I miss her capita. Let us not forget all the smiles &amp; laughter. Keep a irreplaceable memories &amp; we promise, we never forget. &quot; Love , Love ,...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>-</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/20cf1a93/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C227610A0A7110Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E0A10E290Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Biensur , J'ai passé des nuits à réver que tu suivrais ma voix . Petite Soeur &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/20cf1a93/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/550443667/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/550443667/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/550443667/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/550443667/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2276100711-posted-on-2009-01-29.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-15T21:28:07Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2276100711-posted-on-2009-01-29.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2276100711.8.jpg" alt="" /></a> Biensur , J&#039;ai passé des nuits à réver que tu suivrais ma voix . Petite Soeur </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/63e27815/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C22433227850Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E0A10E110Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>" Personne n'a besoin de savoir qui tu es. Personne n'a besoin de savoir comment je t'ai connu. Personne n'a besoin de savoir ce que nous avons enduré. Personne n'a...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/63e27815/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1675786261/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1675786261/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1675786261/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1675786261/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2243322785-posted-on-2009-01-11.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-10-07T12:38:56Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2243322785-posted-on-2009-01-11.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2243322785.11.jpg" alt="" /></a> &quot; Personne n&#039;a besoin de savoir qui tu es. Personne n&#039;a besoin de savoir comment je t&#039;ai connu. Personne n&#039;a besoin de savoir ce que nous avons enduré. Personne n&#039;a...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/73973d53/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C22392630A990Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E0A10E0A90Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>" Notre richesse est du à nos souvenirs . " &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/73973d53/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1939291475/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1939291475/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1939291475/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1939291475/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2239263099-posted-on-2009-01-09.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-08T15:33:03Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2239263099-posted-on-2009-01-09.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2239263099.3.jpg" alt="" /></a> &quot; Notre richesse est du à nos souvenirs . &quot; </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/16bc06dd/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C216280A79810Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E110E280Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>&amp; Je reste là devant cette gravure , figéé a l'observer. CoupeDesLande ; 3eme Ober Van't Rivalenhof sous la selle de Charlène St-Pé * &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/16bc06dd/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/381421277/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/381421277/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/381421277/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/381421277/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2162807981-posted-on-2008-11-28.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-09-26T20:15:44Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2162807981-posted-on-2008-11-28.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2162807981.17.jpg" alt="" /></a> &amp; Je reste là devant cette gravure , figéé a l&#039;observer. CoupeDesLande ; 3eme Ober Van&#039;t Rivalenhof sous la selle de Charlène St-Pé * </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/47dd3ae5/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C20A40A330A8110Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A90E270Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>_______________C'était mon premier amour . J'ai vécu de belle chose prés de Lui . Mais depuis ce temps tout a changé . Nous nous sommes éloigné . Nous avons perdu...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/47dd3ae5/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1205680869/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1205680869/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1205680869/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1205680869/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2040330811-posted-on-2008-09-27.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-10-02T20:17:05Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2040330811-posted-on-2008-09-27.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2040330811.2.jpg" alt="" /></a> _______________C&#039;était mon premier amour . J&#039;ai vécu de belle chose prés de Lui . Mais depuis ce temps tout a changé . Nous nous sommes éloigné . Nous avons perdu...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/10cf18a5/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C20A38670A60A10Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A90E260Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>" Il nous faut peu de mots pour exprimer l'essentiel " &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/10cf18a5/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/282007717/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/282007717/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/282007717/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/282007717/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2038670601-posted-on-2008-09-26.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-08T15:39:38Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2038670601-posted-on-2008-09-26.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2038670601.3.jpg" alt="" /></a> &quot; Il nous faut peu de mots pour exprimer l&#039;essentiel &quot; </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>-</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/2ec083f2/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C20A0A9240A4170Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A90E10A0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>" Retrouve moi rue des étoiles, La deuxième après Jupiter " Bonne route ; Champion . &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/2ec083f2/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/784368626/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/784368626/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/784368626/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/784368626/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2009240417-posted-on-2008-09-10.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-08T15:24:13Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2009240417-posted-on-2008-09-10.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2009240417.4.jpg" alt="" /></a> &quot; Retrouve moi rue des étoiles, La deuxième après Jupiter &quot; Bonne route ; Champion . </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1b33cf69/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C20A0A450A43590Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A90E0A70Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>___" Imagine un peu nos vies sans tout ça ; Remercions Dieu pour ça. Pardon pour les jours où j'me plains, Les jours où je ne vois que moi, mon nez et pas plus loin....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1b33cf69/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/456380265/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/456380265/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/456380265/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/456380265/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2004504359-posted-on-2008-09-07.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-08T15:22:26Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/2004504359-posted-on-2008-09-07.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.2004504359.3.jpg" alt="" /></a> ___&quot; Imagine un peu nos vies sans tout ça ; Remercions Dieu pour ça. Pardon pour les jours où j&#039;me plains, Les jours où je ne vois que moi, mon nez et pas plus loin....</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/2cac79f0/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C19860A80A70A50Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A80E290Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>'' Etre aimé par un cheval doit nous remplir d'humilité &amp; de reconnaissance, car nous ne le méritons pas . '' Mes amours ; Mes enmerdes ; Mes chevaux &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/2cac79f0/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/749500912/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/749500912/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/749500912/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/749500912/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1986080705-posted-on-2008-08-29.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-08T14:19:47Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1986080705-posted-on-2008-08-29.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.1986080705.4.jpg" alt="" /></a> &#039;&#039; Etre aimé par un cheval doit nous remplir d&#039;humilité &amp; de reconnaissance, car nous ne le méritons pas . &#039;&#039; Mes amours ; Mes enmerdes ; Mes chevaux </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1a5682a3/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C1980A36230A70Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A80E270Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>" In the history of riding, there has never been a miracle; no good riders without very good monitors. " &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1a5682a3/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/441877155/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/441877155/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/441877155/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/441877155/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1980362307-posted-on-2008-08-27.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-08T14:31:59Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1980362307-posted-on-2008-08-27.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.1980362307.8.jpg" alt="" /></a> &quot; In the history of riding, there has never been a miracle; no good riders without very good monitors. &quot; </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/ba80e5b/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C19716440A470Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A80E230Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>" Despite the distance; Nothing disappears. I love you again and again as before. " Marine &amp; Zélie &amp; Lucie &amp; Charlène &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/ba80e5b/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/195563099/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/195563099/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/195563099/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/195563099/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1971644047-posted-on-2008-08-23.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-08T15:29:56Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1971644047-posted-on-2008-08-23.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.1971644047.2.jpg" alt="" /></a> &quot; Despite the distance; Nothing disappears. I love you again and again as before. &quot; Marine &amp; Zélie &amp; Lucie &amp; Charlène </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/450d3758/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C1957620A8130Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A80E160Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>" Certains moments ont un goût d'éternité " LeCousin. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/450d3758/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1158494040/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1158494040/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1158494040/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1158494040/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1957620813-posted-on-2008-08-16.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-09-26T16:27:45Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1957620813-posted-on-2008-08-16.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.1957620813.4.jpg" alt="" /></a> &quot; Certains moments ont un goût d&#039;éternité &quot; LeCousin. </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1ccdce7f/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C19258520A850Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A70E310Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Il n'y a jamais eu d'histoire sans amours ; mes amours . &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1ccdce7f/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/483249791/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/483249791/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/483249791/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/483249791/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1925852085-posted-on-2008-07-31.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-09-26T20:34:02Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1925852085-posted-on-2008-07-31.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.1925852085.2.jpg" alt="" /></a> Il n&#039;y a jamais eu d&#039;histoire sans amours ; mes amours . </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>*</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/12689f83/l/0Lhistoiire0Ede0Efille0Bskyrock0N0C1921620A0A0A50Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A70E290Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Mais sil te plait , dit moi Que je peux encorey croire. &amp;Ton regard me faisais sourire Avec toi j'avais un bel avenir. Mais sil te plait , repensse a moi Garde moi...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/12689f83/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/308846467/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/308846467/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/308846467/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/308846467/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1921620005-posted-on-2008-07-29.html</guid><dc:creator>Histoiire-de-fille</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-09-26T16:42:56Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://histoiire-de-fille.skyrock.com/1921620005-posted-on-2008-07-29.html"><img align="left" src="http://68.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/histoiire-de-fille.46386568.1921620005.7.jpg" alt="" /></a> Mais sil te plait , dit moi Que je peux encorey croire. &amp;Ton regard me faisais sourire Avec toi j&#039;avais un bel avenir. 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