Black line flash design of an infinity symbol with a gymnast silhouette in its right loop, with the words forever above and a gymnast below.

Forever a gymnast infinity design

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The design shows a large black infinity symbol across the middle, with the word forever in script above it and the words a gymnast in script below. A solid black silhouette of a gymnast in a split pose with arms raised sits inside the right-hand loop. The linework is bold and uniform on a plain white background, with no shading or colour.

Lettering Infinity Silhouette Forever Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hay bales had frozen to the barn floor again, so Nan's old balance beam, the one she dragged home from the Leeds gym in 1974, lay across two upturned feed buckets like a plank over a drain. I stood at one end with my breath smoking and told the collie to sit. He didn't. Nobody on Hollin Farm did what they were told until the frost came off the yard.

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Nan had drawn a loop on the back of a feed invoice the winter she turned seventy and pinned it above the Aga with a clothes peg. Forever, she said, is just a shape you keep walking until your feet remember it. She could still drop into a split on the beam, though her knees cracked like kindling when she did it. Dad said she was showing off for the heifers. She said the heifers had seen worse.

I climbed up in my wellies, which was a mistake, and the beam tipped under me like a seesaw. Dad shouted from the doorway to mind the drop. I didn't look down. I looked at the far end of the barn where the light came through the gap in the boards, and I remembered what she'd told me: you don't fight the landing, you let the weight go into the floor. So I let it go. My legs slid apart, my arms went up, and for one long breath the whole barn held still around me, the cattle turning their heads in unison.

Next morning the frost had come back thick on the beam, and it showed the print of my palms where I'd gripped it. Beyond the barn, the tractor tracks ran round the water trough in a perfect ring, the ones Dad had driven the day before, when he couldn't decide which gate to fix first. Nan would have laughed at that. Every loop I'd ever made on this farm had brought me back to the same gate.