<?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[Matthew Vincent Taylor]]></title><description><![CDATA[matthewvincenttaylor]]></description><link>https://www.matthewvincenttaylor.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2026 22:11:18 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.matthewvincenttaylor.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[a humble plié]]></title><description><![CDATA[You know who gives the sweetest gifts? Repetition. I’ve done hundreds, maybe thousands, of pliés, but it wasn’t until a sudden shift in perception that plié became so much more to me. A gift from the repetition I had already practiced. The new perception would have meant nothing without it. A bow, a curtsy, signs of respect became a plié—an exercise, just as before. And somehow, plié is politer-er-er than a bow. I think it’s because the head is held high. It isn’t derogatory. It isn’t marred...]]></description><link>https://www.matthewvincenttaylor.com/post/a-humble-pli%C3%A9</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ad2882e4837cdef095ce13f</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2026 20:31:50 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Matthew Taylor</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>