Write me a L-E-T-T-E-R

L's Room

I’ve always envied my mother’s handwriting.
It’s not perfect, nothing is perfect, but it’s really impressive.
A rich italics, with no frills, clean, readable, beautiful.
I guess i take after my father. No, fortunately it’s not true, but I certainly haven’t taken by her.
When i was fourteen I discovered the street art (and consequently the lettering) and I was fascinated, but I never tried to find a way to be part of it, I have always limited myself to appreciate it.
Then, I had this brilliant idea to do a creative work, and it would not even be a problem if I were a normal person, able to choose a font from the billion that you can find around.
But no.
I’m never satisfied, I change my mind every second (if you follow the blog, you have probably noticed that the template is constantly changing…).
And even if i’m well…

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