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The old man staggered forward, knelt, and dipped his hand into the cold, clear water. He brought it to his lips, tasted it, and began to weep.

Mateo held her tightly. “No,” he said. “He won’t.” Un Yerno Milagroso

And from that day on, when people in Santa Clara spoke of miracles, they didn’t look to the heavens. They looked to the quiet artist who knew that even in a drought, water waits for those who listen to the land. The old man staggered forward, knelt, and dipped