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“The dead are immune from our prison of Time. The distance between the living and dead may be vast, but the space of Time the dead experience when they are reunited with their loved ones is only paper-thin.”

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

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

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Suzy Kassem is an accomplished writer born on December 1, 1975, in the United States. Her works span across philosophy, psychology, and personal growth, captivating readers worldwide. more

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