Sometimes to someone lonely there comes something that works as a wondrous balm. It is not a sound, not even a voice. It is the smile of women - a smile, that, like the light of perished stars, is still on its way.
Rainer Maria Rilke (December 04, 1875 – December 29, 1926)
Photo Credit: Cuenca Christmas Parade 2016, Socrates Black, Digital Image, ©️2017.