...we walked to the holiday market at columbus circle in search of nutella churros. for the first year in memory, churros were nowhere to be found, but there were piping hot bratwursts and nutella doughnuts and sugar-sweet memories: this same holiday market, christmas last, strolled on the walk to our tour of the hospital. back then my belly was moon-big and visions of christmas-next danced in my head (see!), and we lived our way into this year's scene just as i imagined: baby, bundled and rosy, and us, unable to remember a single breath before him.
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