When I see a tree, I always think about what its roots look like underneath the soil. Maybe it looks the same as outside the soil, except outside there is sunshine and pretty leaves.
But not in the cold and dark season, when the tree is stripped bare.
Maybe that’s how we all are.
We look pretty on the outside to everyone else, until the cold, dark season when we must go back to our roots.
— Melanie Hood
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