at the fulcrum

I’m not heavy, I’m his brother… no burden am I to bear

Edgar is standing by a mural that is painted on a wall.  It looks like a black stick man is holding him up in the air.  Blue sky, and the red, orange and yellow stripes of a rainbow are behind him.

Sometimes it’s good to find a friend who brings you back to the balance point while you’re on the teeter totter of life, even if it’s just for a moments rest.

 

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5 thoughts on “at the fulcrum

  1. Balance is a good thing. It helps you make sure the teeter totter of life doesn’t give you splinters in a bad place.

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