Lettres par lettres
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Ongoing6m
Last published Tue, Nov 5, 2019
Ceci est un recueil que je commence maintenant... Vous me direz si cela vous plaît afin que je continue ou non. Je voulais essayer cette méthode d'écriture que sont les lettres. Le plus poétique étant le fait qu'elles soient plus ou moins éphémère, on la lit puis on la jette, souvent. Dans ce recueil, au contraire ce sont des lettres à lire, relire et encore relire. Ce sont des lettres qui ont été écrites mais que le facteur ne distribuera jamais.
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