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Tree of life tattoo on an ankle

Geometric · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A circular tree of life design sits on the ankle, with the trunk and branches drawn in interlaced, knot-like lines. The ink appears dark brown to grey and is shaded lightly, with a few small star outlines on the top of the other foot. The bare legs and feet are photographed against a pale fabric and concrete background, with wooden beads wrapped around the ankle.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada Pryce had been at the bench since six, and the lamp was still hissing when Mr Lowther came in with the wet cold on his coat. 'Not like that,' he said, and took the pencil from her. The circle on the paper had a gap at the bottom where the roots should have met the trunk. 'A tree of life doesn't stop to take a breath. Start again from the root and don't lift the pencil.'

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She tried for three evenings. The knots were stubborn: over, under, over, the line running back on itself like a river finding its old bed. Outside the Co-op, the coronation bunting was still strung across the High Street, faded to the colour of weak tea, and the rain had got into every poster in the window. Her brother Tom teased her for spending a shilling on good cartridge paper. Mr Lowther only said that good paper was for the mistakes.

On the fourth night the rain stopped. She sat with the lamp turned low and let the pencil go round, under and over, down through the roots and up through the boughs, until the line came back to the place it had started and simply did not stop. She didn't check it. She folded the sheet into her pocket and walked out past the church to the old elm on the common, where the bark was split and the rooks had gone quiet.

Mr Lowther was already there, leaning on the gate with his hands in his pockets. He held out his palm. She gave him the drawing, and he unfolded it against the trunk, smoothing the creases with his thumb. He read it for a long time. Then he tapped the place where the line met itself and said, 'There you are, then,' and handed it back as if it had always been hers.