Nun-tastic

On the return train journey I saw a nun.  She was wearing a pale grey habit with a dark red girdle.  And she was knitting while waiting for the train.

We got on the same train, and she smiled at me as I stood with my unicycle.

Then we changed in Shrewsbury and I saw her again.  She smiled at me again.

How nice.

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