Back of a shoulder with a colourful blue and orange butterfly above a grey shaded dandelion with drifting seeds, in a botanical style.

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Butterfly and dandelion on a shoulder

Botanical · Shoulder · Mixed · Photo

A woman's upper back and shoulder, with her head and face out of frame. A blue and orange butterfly sits near the neck and shoulder blade, with a grey dandelion below it, its seed head shaded and drifting seeds lifting away. The butterfly is in colour, the dandelion in soft grey shading, and the composition is a close, warm-toned crop of the shoulder.

Botanical Shoulder Back Butterfly Dandelion Seed Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Past the last well on the Ashgrove road, where the tar gives out and the sand starts to hum, a man named Tobias Quill kept a cart and a single mule. He was not a clever man, but he knew the wind, and the wind liked him well enough to tell him things.

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One April the wind came off the salt flats carrying a dandelion clock, seeds gone grey with dust, and it dropped the head at his feet. Tobias picked it up and blew. The seeds lifted, every one, and sailed off toward the east. A blue butterfly came down out of the heat and rode the last seed a little way before it caught the current too.

"Where are they going?" asked his daughter Mercy, who was nine and never stopped asking.

"Where the rain forgot to be," he said. Each spring after that, the road was greener for a mile. Cattle drifted up from the south and stayed. A woman named Hester walked out with a sack of seed for the empty ground by the river, and that was how the town of Lantern Bend began, though the people there still argue about it.

When Tobias was old, the mule died in the traces and the wind stopped coming, so he sat by the road with the last dandelion clock in his palm. He did not blow it. He let the wind take its own time, and when at last it came, the seeds went up as they always had, and the butterfly rose with them, bright as a coin.