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on my way in to work today, i found a metaphor. I trotted through the back streets and graveyards of Hammersmith-Fulham, looking for signs of spring. There were buds in the trees and shoots in the grasses, and every once in a while, other feet would pass by. I smelt the air and admired the composition the sunlit terrace walls made with the grim hospital building. Everyone had overtaken me now, slowly or quickly. I'd enjoyed the walk very much, but had i missed my train?