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n the fifth afternoon of summer, Octavio Rivera

dreamed five coyotes dressed in mariachi outfits falling

out of a piñata and the coyotes were escaping from

Tencha’s Café on Alameda and heading towards Denver

in an old beat-up tractor.

And when Octavio Rivera woke, the urge to tell

someone about his dreams was very strong inside him.