Not Everything is a Metaphor

Last night I played a gig at a local club.  Midway through my last song, my voice vanished. Disappeared. Poof. Gone.

It came back, intermittently, just long enough for me to whisper my thanks into the mic.

After I sat down I said to my companion, “I lost my voice.”

She was sympathetic. “Nobody noticed,” she said.

Indeed.

Not everything is a metaphor. Sometimes, it’s two metaphors.

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