The dead never truly die. They simply change form. — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
The dead never truly die. They simply change form. — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
The dead never truly die. They simply change form. — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
The dead never truly die. They simply change form. — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
The dead never truly die. They simply change form. — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
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The dead never truly die. They simply change form.

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