The Grove at sunset.In Hall's book a large American in the company of two women observes: "This is a dangerous place to bring me."
The other day I write to a friend that the tips of snowdrops are just beginning to appear. They are I say like little teeth. Just now I pop outside the front door to check whether they still stand up to the simile. I am not so sure. The buds have surfaces and now hang a little like the blossoms which they will become.
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It is interesting to think that a metaphor may be a transient thing which the world we used it to understand grows away from it.
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