Grist to the Mill

12 December, 2006

A Simile

I picked up a nice little (and therefore overpriced) book of similes the other day, taken from many and various sources. One that caught my eye was this:
"I felt lonely, like a little boat that no longer goes out to sea".
Which I liked. Along with the knuckles-as-moutain-range which I can't remember properly. Although I do recall they were gripping the steering wheel of a car.

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