Ans's stall at the brocante market,
filled with treasures from a bygone era.
Glass glistens in the morning light,
each piece capturing a silent memory.

The ceramic vases, gleaming and proud,
bear the marks of former hands.
A soft scent of the past drifts
among stalls brimming with stories.

Those who look here see more than just objects
—it is a dance of time and touch,
where the old begins to live again,
and the past gently embraces the present.

(Ans at the Brocante Fair in Deventer)