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Wypełnianie złożonych wielokątów z tekstem - dowolne JS (lub inne) alternatywy dla wykluczeń CSS?
[SVG] (https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/SVG/Element/svg) lub HTML5 [Canvas] (https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/HTML/Element/canvas) będą oczywistymi podejrzanymi dla zaawansowanych kształtów. –
Cześć Emil, tak na pewno. Po prostu staram się wypracować sposób wypełnienia tych kształtów tekstem. – jcbmb