. . . hold dawn in a pitcher

. . . It’s 5:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep any longer.

I am not worried.  I am not sad.

I’m just too happy.

I have nothing in particular to feel so glad about.  Not any luckier today that most days. . .

[keep reading: “more than the heart can hold“]

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