Driving with Franchesca in Granada on Sunday afternoon I came across the old hospital. It's almost forgotten now, aside from a lone police officer who keeps vagrants from stealing the few remaining construction materials. All is for naught however, a record rainy season has saturated the hospital walls and they are quickly deteriorating. I was warned not to straggle because walls sometimes collapse without warning. The police officer also mentioned a tunnel system that housed remains of the dead who had no family members (think lonely souls). With sundown approaching I felt it best to leave. When I came back to Franchesca she asked if I believed in spirits.
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i like the tree growing at the top of the facade. seriously, not just a weed or small plant but a tree. from the dead rise the living.
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