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fear me not, though I am armed. I have opened my entry to that next country, and my heels sit upon its border. gentler, guiltier than last time, I reach for thee and as I drown and I dry, I hope for her to see.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
Othello (Rewritten)
fear me not, though I am armed. I have opened my entry to that next country, and my heels sit upon its border. gentler, guiltier than last time, I reach for thee and as I drown and I dry, I hope for her to see.
for my drama and theatre studies lesson today we had to reimagine the Shakespeare of Othello's dying speech into our own words, and then perform it- this was my reimagining.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
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