Llevaría el dolor de perderle clavado en su alma hasta el último día. La certeza le pesó como una losa, una carga que, sin embargo, aceptó agradecida por haber tenido el honor de conocerle un tiempo y de llorarle para siempre.

-Dolores Redondo

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