To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
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To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face will beam the light of a hundred galaxies.

— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
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