REST MY LOVE...
Ana Luise was in her deathbed.
Her husband Charles was faithfully at her side.
He held her fragile hand and while tears rolled down his cheeks, he prayed along with his wife.
She looked at him and her pale lips started to slowly move.
-Carlos, my love - she wispered ....
-Hush my love - he said - rest ..... Shhhh... Don't say a
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