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OPHELIA
 
"...When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And mermaid-like a while they bore her up
Wich time she chanted snatches of old lauds,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element. But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death

-Alas then she is drowned?

Dorwned, drowned. "

Hamlet. William Shakespeare

2009

Photos: 1.20m x 80 cm


 
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