Delphia
Seeing death as the end of life
Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
Delphia could hear the chorus of screeching and scratching of furniture being dragged along the ground, and a hammer driving nails into wood. Such a cacophonous din was thankfully dulled by the walls and doors that separated them, because where Delphia was, the bright sun and cool breeze offered a wonderful respite. But of course, painting a building took time, and so she carried on with her task, painting away.Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
Delphia continues to paint the building!
