The other tattoo is a rose, for no other reason than I thought it was pretty, and that its shape would fit on my ankle nicely. I don't even remember that I have tattoos, until someone else points them out. Once, a curandera in Mexico saw the rose, and told me I had the spiritual flower on my ankle. Blooms, fragrance, and thorns, "Suffering and beauty at once," she said.
She must see so many things, the tattooed lady...
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