Pale, smiling. Scraggly facial hair.
You show nothing about yourself. Secrets are kept.
You wander from campus, to coffee house, to home. I see you with friends, but I don't know who you are, where you are from.
Your head is rounded off by short hair. Average in every way.
Your clothes are baggy, indestinct jeans with a tee shirt, sweatshirt when it's cold.
And yet, you smile. Permanently. Happy about life, the sun that's shining, the warm coffee that heats your hands in the cold morning. You are learning, and thankful for it. You have friends, and love each one. And you know you are in a place you need to be, a place you love.
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