i am a day late, but couldn't have moved on without saying happy birthday to the wonderful artistic charming rebel beautiful forever young james dean.
a friend of mine (who's just as lovely as james) sent me a postcard of him once--this one that has this pinkish color--a pose of him walking in a new york street with one of those old cameras. even the sight of it fills me with poems.
so happy birthday james. may you be up there with the right ones.
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