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Husene er sært forladte, menneskene er fremmede, og verden er underligt øde i Meskovic’ lyrik-debut, hvor jeget skrives af sted i en stille strømmende vellyd.
Af Bue P. Peitersen.Københavns litteraturfestival bød i weekenden på en række fine oplevelser. LitteraturNus udsendte fandt en af dem søndag eftermiddag.
Af Martin Baake-Hansen.
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