THE COMMUNITY HEALTH CENTER WHERE I WORKED FOR 13 years was a storefront clinic in a shopping plaza sandwiched in-between a Dollar Store and the Registry of Motor Vehicles. The waiting room and reception area had ceiling-to-floor windows that looked out onto the parking lot. But the physicians' offices and exam rooms were at the opposite end of the space, deep in the belly of the building, without windows or fresh air. We knew it was raining only when our patients came in shaking their umbrellas, and the only time we heard the sounds of nature was when a sparrow got stuck in the rafters above the suspended ceiling.
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