Main T.o.C. Change Resist Ground Art

Kelley White The Wristlet Does she offer this heart to me, bound at her wrist and crowned with love? Does she give love to everyone she meets, when she touches her baby’s forehead, wraps a scarf around her older daughter’s neck? Or is she bound to just one other? I know the claddagh is Irish, some kind of Irish above my own Irishness. Is it polite to ask about tattoos? This wrist encircled by hands that clasp each other might mean family, friends, but I think pain, of divided country, the red ink heart pinned beneath a foreign crown. Seeking freedom? Should I presume? Read this tattoo.

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