<?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[Salt & Fable]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tales Worth Tasting]]></description><link>https://www.saltandfable.ca/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2026 21:35:58 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.saltandfable.ca/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Contessa]]></title><description><![CDATA[I have a pet wolf spider.]]></description><link>https://www.saltandfable.ca/post/contessa</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5617a8c5-cbb5-41d3-b3d2-dfd802abdbfd</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2026 16:38:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/36982f_2dcdde769af9431a95ed2fa8ab1a38b6~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Carly Ruiz</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Sacred &#38; The Imagined]]></title><description><![CDATA[The landscape of the imagination begins at a creekbed—lavishly carpeted. Sporangia nod and bob their greetings, while the cascade - fed creek babbles of the goings-on that I’ve missed since last I came.A fallen tree, beginning to forget what it used to be, becomes my seat, and I put in my feet. The water is cold and awakens me, as though I’ve been dreamwalking all along.]]></description><link>https://www.saltandfable.ca/post/the-sacred--the-imagined</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5be5cc50-342f-40ab-a12e-3da28f3c6ca1</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2026 13:10:34 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/36982f_ac1a1b14383349b78d66f6afd2203c4b~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Carly Ruiz</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>