Sloane CrosleyI thought of the past and how one should have respect for it, like the elderly.
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The elderly are those who have lived a life. They have gone through a lot and have learned from their life experiences. In this context, it means that one should not only respect the past but also learn from it.
Source: I Was Told Thered Be Cake
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