a place for frida
I often wonder with such a life of turmoil if Frida had a hidden private place
where she could go to reflect or write in her journal. I think she would be happy with this space.
"Can verbs be made up? I’ll tell you one. I heaven you, so my wings will open wide to love you boundlessly. I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint."
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