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      <image:title>Home - Maggie Olson is a poet and writing coach from Chicago, IL.</image:title>
      <image:caption>Poetry of resilience</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Home - Read Selected Poems</image:title>
      <image:caption>Available for the first time to the public, read some of Maggie’s poetry.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Poems - I always thought there was something wrong with me. That I was constantly breaking and remaking myself. Now I see that that is a normal part of life-- the waves of it crashing against my lonely shores.   If I didn’t have these shifts I could hardly call myself alive. It’s all the same. The breaking and returning of the waves. The breaking and recreating of the woman.</image:title>
      <image:caption>— “the Waves of Being” 2021</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Poems - If I hadn’t burned my old life to the ground and scattered the ashes to the four winds, if I hadn’t left behind me all that was safe and familiar and let myself be tossed by the storm, I would never have found you. And that would have been a tragedy.</image:title>
      <image:caption>— “New Love” 2017</image:caption>
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