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Ancient Houses RAY GONZALEZ I dreamed of ancient houses the other night, but no one wanted to hear about it. I dreamed of old hallways, but no one woke up and no one spoke to me. I was there and dwelled in the dark of a cold adobe, yet no one said it was beautiful. I was there and opened one window. No one stayed in those houses because evacuation took place long ago. No one let me knock on the door, so I dreamed of ancient houses without doors. No one entered and no one left. I saw a black hallway and did not move. No one turned the corner or got in my way and I saw an empty room and stopped. No one was there and no one called. I dreamed of ancient houses that survived the fire, though no one started it and no one put it out. The smoke was in the walls and I was there to trace the smell in the mud. No one claimed the houses or the streets, so I dreamed I stood on a stone porch. No one passed and no animal dwelled. I waited for the morning, steam rising from the clay cup of coffee I found on the blackened stove. No one woke as I drank and no one slept because I dreamed of ancient houses the other night. ♦ ♦ ♦ ...

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