Susan Whitmore's craft is smooth and crisp as olive oil on fresh garden lettuce. The body of her poetry hums with the efficiency of a long distant runner, and the soul of her words is as electric and warm as the colors of sunset. The shadow cast by her images glow with enduring light.
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