"She took a ferry across the Golden Gate and walked in the green headlands above the blue ocean. From there, she could see the entire glittering city and all it held, including Diego. It was small enough to fit on the wing of a bird.
Fron once, Frida felt larger than life. Me, Frida! She felt like she could fly.
Text copyright 2010 Amy Novesky * Illustration copyright 2010 David Diaz