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| The old, busted-up Santa Ana Clinic looms high above the Dairy Queen in Santa Ana, Texas. I stopped to get a chocolate-covered cone, and I looked up, and there it was. The place was burned out, and the floors didn't look too sturdy, so I decided not to go inside. Instead, I prowled around the perimeter as the light failed. | |
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| I came across a lounge chair and a stainless steel hospital tray sitting among some bricks and fallen leaves. | |
 A medical machine stood in a corner. I couldn't tell what it was for. It looked like an owl, with its two big eyes. |
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On the opposite side of the clinic, there was a big pile of old floor boards someone had separated from the debris. It wasn't a good sign. It meant someone had begun to see the building as a collection of salvageable parts instead of as a building. |
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