Technically, maybe you can. I suppose you can predict it. Doesn’t mean you’ll be right. I guess it doesn’t mean you’ll be wrong either. I cannot stop thinking about this line. It came into my mind as we stood by the ocean and the wind was going every which way. I was thoroughly loving it, the wind that is. I figured I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it until I wrote it down. I can’t, at this moment, or since that moment take it any further than this. I feel there is a purpose to this line but I couldn’t tell you what it is. Maybe it’ll come to me if I go back to the ocean.
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