It was a beautiful night for the 1961 Walker Creek Harvest Festival. I don't think there's ever been a better night for one. Then again, I'm suppose I'm biased by the memories I have of that day. The night I met my wife, Julia. Crisp autumn wind, festive dancing, beautiful decorations on main street. The perfect night. I saw her across the dance floor, looking like the most perfect woman I've ever seen in my life. Beautiful hair, a stunning dress. I asked her to dance, she said yes, and you can assume the rest of course. I don't want to talk about every detail on my blog. Some memories are best kept to myself. But that's why I love the Harvest Festival and why I remember it each year.
-Trevor
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