Two-panel image: above, a healing raised scar on skin; below, a red and black cherry blossom branch tattoo on the shoulder covering that area.

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Cherry blossom branch over a scar

Botanical · Shoulder · Mixed · Photo

The upper panel shows a pale, raised scar running diagonally across skin. The lower panel shows a cherry blossom branch with dark brown and black twigs and red blossoms with scattered falling petals, placed over the same area. The tattoo uses bold, smooth shading with a glossy healing sheen on the skin.

Botanical Japanese Shoulder Cherry blossom Branch Petal Scar

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dorrowen was a kingdom of hill farms and salt marsh, and in the valley below Harl there grew one cherry tree that everyone agreed was too old to bear. Its trunk had split in a storm when the old queen was a girl, and the cleft had been bound with tar and rope by a woodsman named Eamon Tully, who said he would sooner cut the tree down than watch it die slowly.

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The rope rotted. The tar cracked. Each spring the seam wept sap and the branches on either side leaned away from each other as if they had quarrelled. Nobody in Harl expected blossom from it.

Then came the year of the long frost. Eamon's granddaughter, Nell, climbed the tree on a bright morning in March, carrying a pot of pine pitch and a strip of linen, meaning to bind the wound again. She stopped with her hand on the bark. Along the seam, where the sap had dried to a glassy ridge, a single twig had put out buds, dark red as wine, and under them five pink flowers had opened in the cold.

She did not bind it. She sat in the fork and watched the wind lift a petal and carry it over the marsh toward the sea. By evening the whole cleft was lined with blossom, and the branches that had leaned apart were held together by a crooked line of petals that kept falling. The tree still carries that seam, and every spring the old branch blooms brightest along it. Nell's grandfather called it a story for children. Nell called it a tree doing what trees do.