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Old Ma, Teacher Ma, he was almost synonymous with this dusty rural elementary school. For forty years, like an old tree, his roots had sunk deep into this barren land, watching generations of children, like dandelions in the wind, fly off to distant places. Some flew high and far, while others fell back into deeper soil. His hair had long turned from jet black to frost white; chalk dust had whitened his temples and seemed etched into the rings of his life. In three more months, just three short months, he would be able to touch that shore called "retirement." On that shore lay the imagined, deserved tranquility, the meager but stable monthly pension, the finally relinquished pointer, and a throat no longer strained from shouting.