For the longest time I haven't gotten a tattoo because somewhere in my head I considered myself a lady, and ladies don't go under the needle (how very old fashioned). Even though I really do admire other ladies who've been tattooed. However, I feel the need to pay lasting tribute to someone and nothing else I've done seems to have satisfied my own greedy desire to memorialise my loved one. I find myself drawing a suitable image when I'm up all night and well, what do you think?
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