BIOL1008 Lecture Notes - Lecture 13: Wind Chime, Disinfectant, Lemonade
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The sunlight glistens on the winding grapevines of the garden. A faint buzz of excited chatter drifts through the open window. A grandmother gracefully rises from the armchair, striding out to watch her grandchildren gallivant in the garden. The tinkle of a wind chime loiters in the warm air and sweet summer lemonade lingers in her mouth. She calls out to tom and susan, beckoning them inside for afternoon tea. In forty years, she has seen every milestone and every celebration here. Vivid memories carve this place as a respite from the bustling world. The woman is perfectly at ease; this place is her very own home. Sitting in an old, worn armchair, an elderly lady scans around with a chill of anxiety. Her mouth is eternally dry and the stench of disinfectant assaults her nose. Clutching the rough upholstery of her armchair, she twists to stare out of the window.
