She walked to the cemetery with a bouquet of daffodils and tears streamed down her face as she knelt before his grave. "I miss you," she whispered. Suddenlyy, a gentle breeze swept through the flowers, carrying a familiar fragrance. It was him. She smiled, knowing he was always with her.
Caminó hasta el cementerio con un ramo de narcisos y se le saltaron las lágrimas al arrodillarse ante su tumba. "Te echo de menos", susurró. De repente, una suave brisa recorrió las flores, transportando una fragancia familiar. Era él. Sonrió, sabiendo que siempre estaba con ella.
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