I grew up in the Midwestern cornfields, near a tiny town (population 200) named Willow Branch.
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My sister found some decorative lights called willow branches, so she sent some to me and some to our brother. These are the lights i turn on when i go down to the living room to meditate at oh-dark-thirty (as my sister calls those middle-of-the-night awakenings.)
I come home to meditation, and, very briefly, am reminded of the home that i called home for 18 years.
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