Yes, it's fine, Soph, and a good link to have.

My kids found something lying by the side of the road last night, that I found movingly metaphorical. Thought I'd share this...

A single, very long-stemmed, very thorny, rose. The rose was wilting, the as-yet unfaded crimson petals no longer turgid, the whole flower drooping from the stem. The leaves were dry and brittle, but none had fallen. The stem was still pliable, not yet hardened and dry. The thorns were, well, thorny. And at the bottom was still the little plastic thing that Americans put their roses in so they'll not have to feel the thorns. I found every single aspect of it reflected this last week. Draw your own metaphors...