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It could have lain there for days after she took the last drop of her draught of tisane, until the moment that her young Romeo discovered her.
It was all there. The a clue in the flower left behind when the decoction was concocted. But he was distraught, could not see through the tears in his eyes, even though in 1597 men weren’t supposed to cry.
He wiped his eyes, not stopping to wonder why in 1597, his Juliet drank her deathly tisane from a china mug the colour of a summer morning.
He ran out into summer morning to fight and choose his own poison.
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