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Just a Little Spoonful

A strange sensation started to brew one day when I saw a “spoonful of what looked like diamonds, or could it be gold staring at me in the face?” Or was this a spoonful of coffee, tea, or was it a special love that came my way but didn’t realize? Could it be something precious that would satisfy my very soul? Upon looking at this site, it had me wondering how the vision came to be.