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		<title>Pool Capacity Five.Four.One</title>
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At the pool, where I have found myself regularly after work, is a sign that enigmatically states, “Pool Capacity 541.” Every day for months, I have formulated the question, capacity for what? Is it 541 gallons of water, 541 people who can squeeze themselves into the pool, or 541 laps ...</description>
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		<title>The Cactus</title>
		<description>X: I think we’re early.

Y: I think we’re late. How do you know we’re early?

X: I just have a feeling, you know? Just a feeling... why would you think we’re late? Have a little more hope than that, come on.

Y: Are you kidding me? Because nobody else is here yet. ...</description>
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		<title>Reflections from the 20th floor of a midtown office, facing a sweatshop, showroom, and yoga with mom studio</title>
		<description>I am in a love and hate relationship with this city. New York gets beautiful sunsets that nobody sees or knows about. Residents ask themselves daily why they inhabit this burly brimming ship and find solace in watching the flickering tourists from Baton Rouge—who would have loved to dress, walk, ...</description>
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		<title>A day in the life of</title>
		<description>Here I am, turning in my office chair, in another 9x5x5 day, working for a good cause that amounts to a day spent in front of the computer. Being raised in plenty, my ambitions are not those of my parents. Everyday I seek a meaning to life. Being married takes ...</description>
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		<title>A eulogy for Poppa</title>
		<description>For a man who wasn’t crazy about hats, Arthur Arlan, or as I called him, Poppa Arthur, tended to wear a lot of them — as a father, grandfather, great-grandfather, friend, mentor, neighbor, chef, well...you get the idea.

There’s far too many memories of Poppa to recall over the last two ...</description>
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		<title>Untitled</title>
		<description>Sometimes the chain-link fence keeping-in the ivy
of your home, with bright posters on each wall
has more to do with information, with the way
faux-taut helices of metal and rust can be understood
not in-themselves, but in-how-you-might-hope-to-use-them.

Sometimes the leaves spiralled up the steel are more like tokens
ways to pretty-up a balcony, your love ...</description>
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		<title>Life, Love &amp; Monkids</title>
		<description>A couple months ago while at work, I received an email from my sister with a link to an article about “Monkids.” Intrigued by the title, I opened my browser to a fascinating story about empty nesters who deeply missed their children. As the obvious solution, they adopted monkeys, whom ...</description>
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		<title>Untitled Valentine&#8217;s Day Poem</title>
		<description>how (much betterwetter) can i
aim to want to
please you
picture perfect
you.

vines divine (you’re mineminemine) entwine my now
armorless amour like never before with your
lovelust. long live my lucklove
ensnared in your hair and your
nets and your nest and your neck,
tickled like a child’s chuckles
in its bashful beautiful wreck.
never ever
ever ever
say you

don’t feel the ...</description>
		<link>http://cahootszine.com/?p=120</link>
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		<title>Jewel Smuggling</title>
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Rajastan is the part of India that you see in coloring books.  It’s bright and broadly drawn, immediate and jubilant.  It’s where florid jungle forests cradle castles built above baby blue lakes and men who are mostly mustached dance on endless, fluffy blankets of crème colored desert.  It’s the India ...</description>
		<link>http://cahootszine.com/?p=117</link>
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		<title>Nelly Leano</title>
		<description>I met Nelly Leano in the copy room at St. Mary’s Catholic Church. She was wearing a matching blue outfit and making lots of copies with the help of Noemi, the Chilean receptionist and general go-to woman. I was making one copy, and eavesdropping, trying to follow their rapid Spanish.

“Noemi ...</description>
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