The House
The house was tall in strucure. Many doors led to different adventures. There was a cafe
where you could sit and have conversations with neighbours. A grand dinning hall where the
seniors supped elegantly. A room where bingo was played. The salon, where beautiful
hairstyles are created. There was a sitting-room with a television. An academic room
exisited with computers and books. Each senior has their own apartment within the complex.
You could call this an elegant and miraculous retirement village and house.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
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