Fine line black script tattoo reading 'She flies with her own wings' across a woman's upper back, near the shoulder blade.

Script quote about wings on upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a single line of cursive script tattooed diagonally across the upper back, running from near the shoulder blade up towards the neck. The lettering is thin, even and dark, with a fine line weight and no shading. The skin is warm-toned and softly lit against a blurred background, and only the back of the head and hair are visible.

Fine line Lettering Back Shoulder Script Quote Wing Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Nell,

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The ewes started lambing a fortnight early and the lane has frozen so hard the milk lorry ended up in the ditch on Tuesday. I am writing this at the kitchen table with my boots still on, because Dad has gone up to the top field and told me to stay put by the stove. You will laugh at that. You always said I would end up running this place with a stick in one hand and a flask in the other.

Mum found your postcard from Leeds stuck behind the clock. The picture is of a bridge I have never seen, and on the back you have written only "still going, still lifting off", as if I would understand. I did, in the end. I thought about it all through the feeding round, with the wind coming off the moor like a slap and the barn owl sat on the gatepost watching me the way you used to watch me try to make you wear the yellow coat.

I am not writing to ask you home. The truth is I was angry for a long time that you went, and then angry that I was not brave enough to go with you. Dad has stopped asking when you are coming back, which I think is his way of forgiving you before you have even asked. I have stopped waiting on the step every evening. That part is mine to admit, not yours to fix.

The owl has taken to roosting in the old hayloft, so I have left the door open a crack on the cold nights. If you come in spring, bring the good boots and don't bother with a coat. Walk up the lane through the mud, and I will meet you at the gate.