Last hour, first day. And I've been trying to filter, sort out all these tangled ideas & hopes. It's why this time of year is so beautiful. Because you can have all of these sparkly wrapped good intentions, and everything seems full to bursting with hope. It also seems to be a time of a little ruthlessness, but perhaps it is needed, who knows. It's all swimming around my head. So many things to do, to fix. There isn't long.

Happy New Year ^_^

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