Two people seen from behind, each with a black swirling tree tattoo on the upper back, with one also showing a pink bow tattoo beside it.

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Matching swirl trees and bow on two backs

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Two people are photographed from behind, each with a black tattoo of a tree with curling, swirling branches across the upper back. The person on the right also has a small pink bow tattoo above the tree, and the tree on the left has a few small red accents among its branches. The ink is bold and solid, and the plain indoor background with a dark frame and a vase of flowers keeps the focus on the skin.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wool is still warm from the dye-vat when Lysandra presses it into your palm, a knot of madder-red thread that smells of crushed roots and smoke. You tie it twice around your wrist and she laughs, because you always tie things twice, even promises. Above the terrace the old olive leans toward the sea, its trunk split and bent like a hand reaching for something it has already lost.

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Your grandmother used to say the tree had learned to grow in curls because the wind never stopped arguing with it. The branches spiral out and back, and when you were children you counted the turns on your fingers, each one a year the two of you had sworn to stay on this island. Lysandra takes a charcoal stick from the press-house and draws the shape on the whitewashed wall, quick and black, the way the potters sketch a wheel before they throw.

By autumn the wind had won. Lysandra's father sold the grove to a man from Rhodes, and the ship left on the morning the first figs split on the branches. You stood at the harbour wall with the red thread still knotted at your wrist, and she came down the quay with a boy's cap pulled low and pressed a second thread into your hand. It was dyed the same red, but the knot was tied only once.

You still tie things twice. Some nights, when the sea is loud under the shutters, you take the thread off and count the turns of the bent tree in your head, the way you used to with your fingers, and then you tie the second knot anyway, for the one who only ever tied the first.