The Counting Ghosts, by Bernie Jean Schiebeling
We aren’t sure how much we’ve lost. We don’t know where our fingers end. The walls reach into empty space, crumbling with a gasp as they grasp at the fog. At the end of them, we feel (we might remember feeling?) our fingers slip into the still air until they might as well not exist …
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