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,
pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
to muddy death.

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for ophelia.
photography: alltogetherunknown.tumblr.com

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