Black and grey Virgin of Guadalupe tattoo with a crown, radiating rays and a starry mantle, covering the upper arm.

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Virgin of Guadalupe on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A large tattoo of the Virgin of Guadalupe covers the upper arm, showing her crowned head, folded hands and patterned mantle within a radiating oval halo. The linework is bold and the shading is soft and detailed, with the figure rendered in layered greys and deep blacks. A winged face and crescent moon sit at the base, and part of a second tattoo is visible at the lower right edge of the frame.

Realism Upper arm Crown Ray Star Crescent moon Angel

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The frost had taken every bean flower in the valley except the ones behind Maren's wall, and she was not sure why. Her father had built the wall with river stones the year the well went dry, and he had planted nothing inside it but marigolds and one old quince. On the morning of the third hard frost she went out with a basket and found a woman standing among the quince roots, her cloak dark as the sky before dawn and scattered with small white points of light.

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The woman had her hands folded and did not look at Maren at first. She looked at the ground, where a crescent of pale stones lay under her feet like a boat run aground. The woman told her she was carrying too much, and Maren saw that the basket was empty. Then she saw the stars on the cloak were frost that did not melt, and that the light around the woman's head rose from the wall itself, in long lines like the spokes of a cart wheel.

Maren asked what the woman wanted. The woman said nothing. She only lifted one hand toward the quince, and the bare branches put out white blossom in the time it took to blink. Maren picked three flowers and turned to fetch her father, and when she looked back the woman was gone, but the crescent stones were warm and the marigolds had opened in the frost.

Her father did not believe her until he saw the quince. Then he lifted the stones one by one and carried them to the church porch, where they still sit, and the village says a crescent of frost keeps off the blight. Maren kept the basket. She never filled it with anything but flowers.