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Realistic flower cluster on a thigh
Realism · Thigh · Colour · Photo
A cluster of flowers covers the outer thigh, with a pink calla lily and a white daisy at the top, a pink dahlia on the left, and a yellow sunflower with a red rose at the bottom right. The petals and leaves are shaded with soft gradients and fine detail, with no bold outlines dominating the design. Bright pinks, yellows and reds dominate the colour palette against the skin, and the arrangement fills the frame diagonally.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Sit down, sit down, the ones at the back can stand, and the rest of you have paid your sixpence for the privilege of my conversation. Now, look at the wagon by the hook-a-duck. Look at the buckets. Every flower in there was grown on a windowsill in Stowmarket by a woman who never once let a bloom feel a cold draught. That is how Abel Quint's garden stall kept going for forty summers, and it is the only trick I have ever needed.
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The calla lily was the proud one. She stood up straight in her pink silk and wouldn't look at the daisies, who gossiped in a white crowd by the tent pole, and the dahlia, fat as a Sunday joint, sulked whenever the rain got in. The rose kept himself to himself, and the sunflower, bless her, followed the lamp at the top of the pole from dusk to dawn like a dog after a coat.
Then came the September gale that tore the big top clean off its poles over Sudbury. The bucket went over, the flowers rolled in the mud, and Ida Quint, who was eleven and had been told a hundred times to leave them be, went down on her knees in the wet and lifted every stem one by one. In the morning the sunflower had turned her great face away from the lamp, which had gone out, and towards the girl sitting on the step with a bandage round her thumb.
So here is what I want you to take home tonight. Flowers do not follow the sun at all. They follow whoever has sat up with them. Go on, now, look which way your own windows face.
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