Fine line black crescent moon tattoo on one calf beside a black sun tattoo on a second calf, in a sepia photograph.

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Moon and sun on two calves

Fine line · Calf · Black and grey · Photo

Two legs are pressed together against a pale background, with a thin outlined crescent moon on the left calf and a thin outlined sun with short rays on the right calf. The linework is single-weight and unshaded, with no fill or grey tones inside the shapes. The sepia tone of the photograph makes the composition soft and warm, with the two small motifs sitting at a similar height.

Fine line Calf Moon Crescent Sun Celestial

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

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Two girls lived at the top of Harrow Lane, where the wood gives up and the village begins. Nell was the one who got up before the rooks. Ada was the one who stayed out past the church bell, counting stars on her fingers until the numbers ran out. Their mother kept goats and said they had been born with their heads the wrong way round, one looking to the morning and one to the dark.

The winter the beck flooded the lower road, the two of them were sent across the fields with a lamp to fetch the doctor from Coldharbour. The lamp guttered out at the stile. Nell said the sun would be up soon enough, and Ada said the moon owed them a favour for all the nights she had kept watch. They pressed their legs together on the cold stone to warm them, the way you do when you have nothing else, and sat until the frost went grey.

When the doctor came, he found them asleep against each other, and he swore ever after that the sky had a crack right over that stile where the light came through in two shapes. Nell took the sun, bright and bothered, with all her rays pointing at everything. Ada took the moon, thin as a paring, keeping her own counsel. So if you sit at that stile in the small hours you'll see them both, one going down and one coming up, and never once in the same place. They take turns at the sky, those two, and they always did.