One drabble down, and the next one is 'metaphor'. So, I'm now looking for some for inspiration.
Possible metaphors that make me think of Arthur and Eames:
-Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.
(John Galsworthy, The Man of
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