Black script lettering reading Walk by Faith with a small cross, tattooed on the side of a foot near the arch.

Walk by Faith script on the foot

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A close photograph of a foot resting on a dark surface, showing the words Walk by Faith in black cursive script with a small cross after the word Faith. The lettering uses smooth, even black linework with no shading, and the text runs across the inner side of the foot near the arch. The bright skin tone contrasts clearly with the dark background, keeping the tattoo as the clear focus.

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The wire was strung between two elms behind the Mallory Brothers' tent, because the big top had been sold for scrap to a man in Dudley the winter before. Old Ada Vine climbed it every dusk all the same, though the crowds had gone and the three ponies had gone with them. Her mother had taught her the rope on a field of wet clover when she was six, and had sent her up it with two words that Ada still kept folded in her apron pocket: walk by faith. She could not read them herself, but her mother had read them aloud every night until Ada knew the shape of each one.

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One November evening the manager, a thin man called Pell, came out with a lantern and told her the bank would take the caravans in March. 'Nobody pays good money to watch an old woman wobble in a field,' he said. Ada asked if he had ever seen her fall. He admitted he had not. She told him she would walk the wire once more, and if the wind took her he could keep the lantern. He laughed, but he set the lantern on a stump and stayed.

Halfway across, the rope sang and the elm groaned, and far below the grass lay silver with frost. Ada did not look down. A rope cannot hold a person who is watching the ground, her mother used to say, so you fix your eyes on the far tree and step as though the wire were a road. Somewhere past the middle she stopped counting her steps and only walked, one foot in front of the other, the lantern a small gold coin behind her.

At the far tree she turned round and found Pell with his hat in his hands. She came down, buttoned the paper into her pocket, and said the caravans could stay where they stood until spring. In the morning there was frost on the wire and fresh boot prints beneath it, Pell's, going out to the middle and back again, and he was smiling when he came down.