Willow House
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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For the first time eating at Willow House, walking in the
door, feeling a sense of materialistic poverty.
But deeper down, touching my soul, feeling a wealth of
talent residing beneath the rafters.
Odds and ends, bits and pieces, of artistic endeavors all
around, reminders of past renditions and expressions.
Feeling like a billow for a moment, sucking in and blowing
out the pressures of a business day at work.
Enjoying the quiet, small town ambiance of Willow House,
eating, writing, creating what it is I'm meant to.
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