Welcome to #QueerBlogWed! Christopher recalls his days with Damian in the next segment of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’.
Every afternoon, he led out of the dark confines of the shop, leading down the little cobblestoned path to the garden. Nobody else disturbed Damian and I, once we passed its gate. The flowers belonged to the two of us alone. The gazebo was Damian’s art studio, his lair. His paints, brushes, easel, and canvas were always there, waiting for us.
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