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I am in St. Paul in a blue house with boarded windows. My father's mustard work boots pace the floor. He speaks but I can't hear him. Iím busy reconstructing motherís living room and kitchen. Two glass tables, an angel figurine, yellow flames on a gas stove, suds in the sink. We are clean people. I walk out the back door, nudge past pimps and drug dealers. Three teenage girls kick bottles and litter the street. Ponytails, hoop earrings, green plastic bangles and tight designer jeans say theyíre old enough to matter but too young to care. In this dream, I can fly, so I do and my foot lands on a ratís tail in a hallway in my house. My father is still talking. "Keep this place a secret. Itís your property, too. You can sweep and settle here."
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