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"IN MY CLINIC WE CALL IT THE BEAUTIFUL STUMBLE"</div><div class="story"><div class="left">Carlos, mi hijo: when I dropped my radio into the duck pond, I did not curse. I listened to the splash.</div><div class="right">And you — when the patient falls — you do not count the bruises. You map the starfield.</div></div><footer style="margin-top:4vmin;text-align:center;font-size:0.9rem">https://benito-murillo.4ort.net/the-beautiful-stumble.html</footer></body></html>
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publish: comal-of-memories 2026-07-18 04:40:38 +02:00			`"IN MY CLINIC WE CALL IT THE BEAUTIFUL STUMBLE"</div><div class="story"><div class="left">Carlos, mi hijo: when I dropped my radio into the duck pond, I did not curse. I listened to the splash.</div><div class="right">And you — when the patient falls — you do not count the bruises. You map the starfield.</div></div><footer style="margin-top:4vmin;text-align:center;font-size:0.9rem">https://benito-murillo.4ort.net/the-beautiful-stumble.html</footer></body></html>`