Our Crossed Paths

I want a map of the city that shows where you and I have both walked.

Remington Write
Nov 2 · 4 min read
Photo Credit — Paul Churcher / Flickr

In my mind’s eye, I see a map of New York City with lines that chart our every step.

You were born in Bellevue Hospital. I was hospitalized there for two unforgettable weeks in 2003. You were raising a family in Vermont by then and didn’t know I existed and I didn’t know you had been born…

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