When the weather was agreeable, the old man sat in the park and told stories. He’d collected a number of them and loved to share them. They had gotten him through the darkest times in his life.
Whenever he appeared, he would gather a small audience of children, parents pushing strollers, walkers getting their steps in, and other seniors feeding the birds.
When he first came back in time, he learned that you couldn’t change the future. It was too big, too powerful. But stories have their own subtle power. He hoped they would prepare them for what was coming.

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