Person wearing a white t-shirt with a black moon face graphic and the words LA LUNE, with a partly visible colourful tattoo sleeve on the upper arm.

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Moon graphic t-shirt with tattoo sleeve

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A close crop of a person wearing a white t-shirt printed in black with a moon face surrounded by stars, the words LA LUNE, and zodiac and star symbols in an ornate frame. On the right, a partly visible arm carries a tattoo sleeve with pink, red and dark floral or ornamental shapes. The tattoo is cropped and only a small part of it is shown, so its style and full design cannot be judged.

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Mind the third step, it's soft with salt. Up you come, and keep your hand on the rail, because the lamp room has no rail of its own. There. The chart on the wall is the one my wife had sent from Calais the year before she died, rolled in a tin tube with a letter that said only, Look at her properly, Ned. She printed LA LUNE across the top in capitals, and the moon's face sits in the middle with cheeks like two loaves and stars spilling out of her hair.

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The lamp failed on a November night with a fog thick enough to chew. I had the clockwork apart and my hands black with oil when I heard a boat horn somewhere off the Carrick reef, one short blast, then nothing. The Ellen Rae had gone out at dusk for her crew, and her skipper knew this light the way a man knows his own front step. Without it he would take the reef for open water.

I could not mend the burner before the tide turned, so I did what she would have laughed at. I carried the chart to the window and, where the cloud had thinned, held it up so the printed moon sat in the real one's place, a lantern of ink against the sky. Then I fired the old signal lamp, and its beam went out across the fog and found a boat, and a hand on the tiller, and the Ellen Rae came in on that broken moonlight one slow turn at a time.

They brought her in at dawn, and the skipper found me still in the lamp room with the picture in my lap. He looked at it a long while. Then he asked whether I'd sell it. I told him no. Some things are for looking at properly.

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