Eighty years later, the scars of the final American firebombing of a Japanese metropolis stay — on the pores and skin of a person who nonetheless lives mere yards from the place tons of died, on the floor of a statue of a revered Buddhist monk, and within the minds of these whose metropolis was turned to ash in a matter of hours.
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