The memory of this tattoo haunts me. Sixteen years ago this woman came to me for a memorial tattoo when her baby died. The tiny white coffin had been covered in hydrangea blossoms, and I suggested this corsage draping over her shoulder.
The memory of this tattoo haunts me. Sixteen years ago this woman came to me for a memorial tattoo when her baby died. The tiny white coffin had been covered in hydrangea blossoms, and I suggested this corsage draping over her shoulder.
