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A Japanese-American’s Essential Journey Through Hiroshima

The morning I traveled to Hiroshima, I was sitting on a bullet train. I watched the scenery rush past the window. The ride felt like any other trip at first. People were talking quietly, checking their phones, or looking out the window. However, I knew I was heading somewhere different. That name appeared in school

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