I broke the ice and had fallen into the river briefly. I was scratched and complained to her you made me cry. I told her you to have many layers underneath. She was smiling and replied me, "Son" I'm not like an onion, you can't peel away my layers, but the further you go and try to see differently, more you find secrets underneath. And your fall made you see me secret beauty. 
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Beautiful icicles under the layer of snow I found during one of the many winter adventures in the Himalayas.