The Poetry Chronicle.

"As a young girl, I remember sitting on benches that fancied windows as I found myself lost in the minute detailing of bugs that scrambled over faded leaves. My love for the world outside found its place in words and utterances that mirrored in school essays and canvases in my brain. The journey that begun as a 2nd grader, continues to this day. My love for chronicling journeys through time, and my ever wandering misfit soul, has finally come to peace with sharing my vehement delineation of life". - Maria Thomas

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The currency of truth. #03

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Gated city. #02

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Crossroads. #01