My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love a loathèd enemy.
The end still makes me so sad. Then again, practically every Shakespeare play makes me sad at the end, especially King Lear.
3 more sleeps until I’m packing up and heading back to Australia!
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