Get her to where you are, so she can pass you by. So much for relevance. She patted the back of my wrist before she pulled herself to her feet. I wish I could tell you that her daughter went on to become a neurosurgeon, but I can't. For all I know, she did, but I have no idea what actually happened to her.
Tides move in, and tides move out.
The years pass, and the rhetoric of education sprouts, blooms, wilts, and passes away. All of it. The rest is bunk.