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WISDOM WRAPPED IN WRINKLES Original Children's Fairytale & Bedtime Story Audiobook For Grown Up's

Drift into dreamland with today' story, Grandmother. A classic tale by Hans Christian Andersen. Immerse yourself in the enchanting world of classic fairy tales with this soothing black screen audiobook. Dive into a dreamy retelling of one your favorite stories as the voice of an elderly British lady narrates each fable aloud with a soothing and comforting voice. So sleepyheads, let the power of a dark screen and the captivating words whisk you away to a magical realm of dreams while you listen to this terrific tale. #BedtimeStories #ClassicFairytales #audiobooks #audiobook #classicfairytales #childrensstories #storiesforallages #sleepstories #bedtimestory #bedtimestoriesforgrownups #audiobook Story courtesy of Hans Christian Andersen I'm a bit shy, so I use AI. Female voice courtesy of ElevenLabs 👇 https://elevenlabs.io/

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hello beautiful people I have the perfect tale for  you today so sit back relax and if you enjoy this audio book please do like and subscribe to share  this incredible story with others grandmother by Hans Christian Anderson grandmother is so very  old she has so many wrinkles and her hair is completely white but her eyes shine just like  two stars yes yet they are much more beautiful they are so gentle so wonderful to look into and  then she knows the most delightful stories and she has a gown
of heavy rustling silk with great  big flowers in it grandmother knows a great deal for she was alive long before father and mother  that much is certain she has a hym book with heavy clasps of silver and often reads from it in the  middle of the book is a rose which is very flat and dry and not nearly so lovely as the Roses  she has in the vase yet she smiles at it the most sweetly of all and the tears even come into  her eyes why is it that grandmother looks that way at the withered flower in
the old book do you  know why every time her tears fall upon the rose its colors become fresh again the rose swells  and fills the whole room with its perfume the walls sink as if they were made of mist and all  about her is the green beautiful wood with the summer sunlight streaming through the leaves  of the trees and grandmother wise she's young again a lovely girl with yellow curls and round  red cheeks pretty graceful fresher than any Rose but the eyes the mild blessed eyes they are still 
grandmother's eyes beside her is a man so young strong and handsome he hands her a rose and she  smiles grandmother cannot smile like that now yes the smile is coming back now he has gone and with  him many other thoughts and forms of the past the handsome man has gone and only the rose lies in  the hym book and grand mother yes she still sits there an Old Woman glancing down at the withered  Rose in her book now grandmother is dead she was sitting in her armchair telling a long long  lovely sto
ry and now the story is finished she said I'm very tired let me sleep a little  and then she leaned back breathed gently and slept but it became quieter and quieter as her  face became full of happiness and peace it was as if the sunshine spread over her features and  then they said she was dead she was laid in the Black Coffin and lay shr cled in folds of white  linen looking so beautiful though her eyes were closed all the wrinkles were gone and there was a  smile on her lips her hair was so s
ilvery and so venerable and one wasn't at all afraid to look at  the corpse for it was sweet dear good grandmother the hym book was placed under her head as she had  wished and the rose was still in the old book and then they buried grandmother they planted a rose  tree on the grave beside the churchyard wall it was full of roses and the Nightingale sang over  it and and in the church the organ peeled forth the finest Psalms Psalms that were written in the  book under the dead one's head and the
moon Shone down on the grave but the Dead one wasn't there  any child could Venture safely even at night and pluck a rose there beside the churchyard wall a  dead person knows more than all we living ones know the dead know what Terror would sweep over  us if the strange thing were to happen that they should return Among Us the dead are better than  we and they return no more dust has been piled over the coffin dust is inside it the leaves  of the hym book are dust and the rose with all its mem
ories is asleep but above Bloom fresh roses  the Nightingale sings the organ Peels and we think of the old grandmother with the gentle eternally  young eyes eyes can never die ours will sometime behold grandmother again as young and beautiful  as when for the first time she kissed the fresh red rose which is now dust in her grave thank you  for listening I hope you enjoyed the story and if you did please like subscribe or comment to share  this video with others if you need a little more help ge
tting to sleep check out my other stories  or my relaxing insomnia relief sleep videos I hope you have sweet dreams and don't forget  to come back soon for another terrific Tale

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