Black line tattoos on the ttops of two bare feet, a sun with a face and rays on the left foot and a crescent moon with a face and hanging ornaments on the right, plus small sun and moon marks on the

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Sun and moon tattoos on both feet

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The photograph shows two bare feet, each with a black linework tattoo across the top. The left foot carries a sun with a face, rays and dangling ornaments, while the right foot has a crescent moon with a profile face, a sunburst-style crown and hanging ornaments. Small sun and moon motifs sit on the toes, and the shading is solid black ink with no colour, set against a dark, glossy background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The men at Hollin Pit said the sun was a miner too, only on a better shift. He came up each morning over the colliery wheel, hot-faced and bright, and went down again at dusk with soot at the edges of his light. The moon kept the night shift. She had a thin face and a wide collar of hanging charms, and she was the one who sat with the pit ponies when they would not settle in the stables.

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One February the sun stopped coming up over the wheel. The sky stayed grey and the lamps stayed lit at noon. Old Tom Garrity carried a bucket of cold tea up the bank and asked the sun what he thought he was playing at. The sun said nothing. He only looked at the moon where she hung pale above the spoil heaps, and she told Tom that he had been down the number two shaft a long time, and the roof had come in on him.

They dug for three days. On the fourth, Ada Pryce, who was eleven and small enough for the low gallery, crawled through the fall and found him sitting against a timber with his rays folded in his lap, dim as a candle stub. She carried him out in her apron. The moon came down the bank to meet them and took his hand, and between them they lit the valley back up to the wheel.

Nobody in Hollin ever again asked which of them worked which shift.