She seems to have this mysterious, yet somehow familiar, semblance about her. She conjures the stillness of a calm river, patience like a weathered boulder, watching the perpetual flow of controlled chaos around her. Her fragile posture threatens at the slightest disturbance, yet her indifference to the world around her makes you wonder the true intensity of her mind. Her steady silence aims you with simple shyness, but the depth of her words, the clarity--and perhaps beauty--when she does utter a sound leaves you astounded. Finally, you ask yourself: Who is that woman?