Small black and grey pine tree tattoo on the inner wrist and forearm, photographed against a car interior.

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Pine tree on the inner wrist

Botanical · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A single tall conifer, drawn with layered dark strokes and soft grey shading, sits vertically on the inner wrist. The tree has a narrow trunk and tiered branches that taper toward the top. The image is a close, slightly angled photograph with a clenched hand above and a dashboard in the background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the third stair, it gives under a heavy foot, and you have the look of someone who has carried a bag up from the station. Sit by the range and I'll tell you about the pine on Gannet Head, the one every fisherman from here to Porthcothan steered by before there was a light on the point to trust.

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It was a single Scots pine, and nobody planted it. The wind had bent it toward the land so its trunk leaned like a man listening at a door, and its branches came in tiers, narrow at the crown and wide at the base, the way a wet sail hangs when the boom is down. Ada Penrose, who kept the boarding house on Crane Street, used to say the tree was the only honest sailor in the parish. It never went out in weather it could not come back from, and it never once let go of the cliff.

The winter the Morwenna went out, the gale took the harbour lamp on the Tuesday, and by the Thursday Ada was standing at the top window with the lodgers' tea going cold, watching for a shape she knew. The church spire was lost in sleet. The lighthouse beam swept over nothing. But the pine stayed black against the grey, and near the turn of the tide a small lamp moved low in its shadow, where Tom Quick had tied a storm lantern to the lowest bough, the way his father had taught him.

The Morwenna came in on the swell with that lantern as her mark, and she was home before the tide turned. Ada took the lantern down herself in the morning and hung it on her kitchen hook, where it still is. Some nights I think the tree is keeping watch yet, so I leave the porch light on for it.

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