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Roses, a cat and a butterfly on both legs
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The photo shows both legs from upper thigh to ankle, with a person wearing denim shorts and layered silver chains. Roses in pink, red and green sit at the knee and lower leg on each side, with a cat's head, a butterfly near the upper thigh and a wheel-like motif on the left calf. The tattoos use bold outlines and filled colour on a plain skin background, set against a floral wallpapered wall and a wooden floor.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Morwenna Pell kept the roses on the harbour wall that her grandfather had planted the year the lifeboat came. Each June she cut them for the chapel, and each June the grey and white cat from the chandler's came to sit in the basket. The cat was called Tallow and had a face like a shut purse, and nobody in Porthgwidden could say who owned her.
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The trouble started the spring the herring failed. Men stood about the quay with their hands in their pockets while the gulls grew fat on nothing. Morwenna's brother Silas took the old cart down to the fish market to haul salt, and came back without the salt or the cart. He had met a man on the cliff road selling butterflies in a jar, pale blue ones, and had paid a penny for one. It got out of the jar, rose over the water and flew toward the Mermaid rocks. Silas said he would follow it. He did not come back for three days.
On the third morning Tallow walked the length of the harbour wall with her tail up and stopped where the cart wheel had worn a groove into the stone. Morwenna followed her. Down at the foot of the slip, caught in the weed, lay Silas's cap, and beside it a row of small blue wings turning in the tide, though there was no jar and no man anywhere along the shore.
Morwenna cut the last of the roses and dropped them into the water, one by one, the way her grandmother had taught her to give back what the sea had lent. Tallow sat on the wall and watched them drift. When the tide turned, a lone blue butterfly lifted off the weed and went after the petals, and Silas came up the cliff road that evening, empty-handed, asking where his supper was.
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