The old woman of Vietnam was diving into a French hardcover, probably hoping to pass on another dimension. Sitting there in her own world, lost in the chilly weather. Midst the burst of the camera's shutter, she lifted her aging face so slightly, showing out the glimpse of an era through her maturing eyes. The wrinkles flaunting her complexion expose the harshness of the world; her eyes telling a story. Her grey hair lays so softly as if it has passed through battle and strife. Knowledge and education are a priority. Age isn't a barrier.