[I like to think that trees are full of secrets; that their roots are twisted with whispers and their bark soaked with quiet words. There's something comforting about it, knowing that you can tell a tree anything and it'll listen. You can read the promise in the branches, the oath in the veins that creep up the leaves: Tell me anything, for I will tell no one.] Melissa how do you do this. I love love love love it.

this is totally gorgeous!