Poetry without words
Son en Breugel · NL · 20.09.2026
The final day of the Market Garden commemorations in Son en Breugel. I asked if I could, because they looked phenomenal. They never forgot I was there, and yet they moved as if the spirit of those times were guiding their bodies. The uniforms and vehicles brought another time into view. The people gave it warmth.
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