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From then on she began to call me from time to time and to write to me very regularly.


A part of her mail came to me by the Net, another by the post office. Always in the same yellow envelopes, made of an elegantly granulated paper, always with the same round handwriting - of this very recognizable American calligraphy -, perfectly drawn with blue ink.


When she chose the post office, it was because she had slipped a double-leaf card in the envelope on which she wrote, on the right, what she had to tell me, and stuck, on the left, one of her photographs, always specifying the date, the title and where it had been shot.


I have received a considerable number of them.






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