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[valancy_jane]

I saw a picture today of a dear old friend from Spain; someone I have mentally cheered along all the way though we effectively never talk, pursuing an amazing human rights career. After seeing her go through many fashion phases, she looks almost exactly like she did in college, sans a little punk color in her hair: the black leather boots (though more motorcycle than Docs style now), the short skirt, the tight t-shirt. I wonder if this is like the bluebird of happiness, where we spend years around the world only to find ourselves at home: returning to our true college selves. Or maybe it just pokes its head out now and again, like a baby bird in its nest, hidden but essential, core.