What Didn't Need to Follow Me Into H New Year?

What didn't need to follow me into h new year? I looked around the circle of friends who were pondering the same thing. Within a second or two, a thought stepped forward and raised its hand to suggest what should be written on the paper. And i the transference of weight from my shoulders to somewhere outside of my body as i wrote. In fact, i sat taller after and rolled my shoulders down my back and let out a slow i didn't like the idea of ripping paper from my journalididn't like the jagged edge of a torn sheet among my pretty flowers and sailing ships. So i'd written my words othe centre page that was held in place with a