Category: Brocante
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All These Old Things
How often have we have heard, if only these objects could talk. I wonder who owned them. I wonder what their story is. All these old things that I have collected, one by one throughout the years, are older than me—much…
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The Room Awaits
There is a room that waits. A simple chair rests in the corner, a larger chair near the center. A table holds a bouquet. The door is closed, and light gathers across the walls, tracing distant horizons in the paintings.…
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In the Keeping of Soil and Thread
He laid the socks into the basket, the cotton thinned by years of walking row to row. When he lifted his eyes to her, they held each other’s gaze and understood without speaking: by her care, there was still a…
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Scavenging at Second Hand Shops
Today, Chelsea and I went scavenging through secondhand shops, not looking for anything in particular. We didn’t go to any of the curated shops. We wanted to dig — the bottom shelf, the forgotten corners, the places where you have…
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When Sweetness Comes, Hold on to It
Oh the brocante and the simple joy it lets me discover. Tucked inside a homemade box, made especially to hold a person’s sweet souvenirs – Glassine paper wrappers, once filled with Jordan almonds, favors for communions and marriages. Folded. Saved.…
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Small Wall Hangings Found at the Brocante
I knew the moment I saw them that they were coming home with me. They were scattered here and there on a table at the brocante, rolled and stacked without bother. Dusty wooden like dowels darkened with age. But the…
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