I was sitting in my seat, book in hand, preparing to pass the two-hour train trip by reading, when to my utter astonishment and delight, a riot of colour entered the car and sat down in the aisle opposite me. The moment I saw her, I was reminded of that poem, “When I am an Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple.” Read the rest of this entry »
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