Only eight days remained until the Willow Creek Summer Festival opened its gates, and the entire town seemed to pulse with anticipation. The square had become a living canvas — booths fully painted and decorated, fairy lights tested and twinkling even in daylight, the stage rigged with speakers and colorful banners fluttering in the breeze. Volunteers had multiplied, turning every afternoon into a lively community gathering filled with laughter, shared snacks, and the occasional friendly argument over placement.
This afternoon the sky was a soft gray, threatening rain but holding off for now. I arrived with Amina and Elias carrying trays of Mrs. Delgado’s fresh lemon bars and iced tea. Amina was practically vibrating with excitement, her graphic design portfolio tucked under her arm.
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