Truffles

Golden box filled with a cryptic variety
The folded paper to help me decipher
which chocolate I just placed in my mouth
Without that paper I poke and prod each truffle
looking for the perfect one.
And when I find the one that suits me
I close my eyes and lean back
Enjoying the fruits of my labor
It is laborious searching for that one piece
That one you can’t quite put your finger on
-Saschia Johnson

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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.
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