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Peter picks off where he left off Wednesday in Unwilling to Be Yours. He’s found a place to drop off ‘Waiting for Rebirth’. Only is the gazebo truly his choice? Or is someone else guiding him?
This is a little longer than six sentences, forgive me. (bows)
I set down the painting on the ground, half expecting someone to grab me from behind.
No one did. I opened the gate, my hands trembing with relief.
I flexed my fingers and took a deep breath, before I picked up ‘Waiting for Rebirth’.
The icky sensation was gone. I could lift the canvas with ease, delightful ease.
What had happened? What had changed about this painting when I left the Navel and drew closer to the garden?