Mary Mansour, through her family associations, bears the scars of a redundant war. and in an uneasy peace, she fights the war of poverty and loneliness with her words. Some of the poetry sounds almost as though told by a child, to a child. All is poignant. perhaps we are all children.
Stanley J. White, retired professional Photographer | Teacher
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