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Utsukushima Fukushima Story
The four seasons of Fukushima
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The road of Fukushima
A road starts with your first step and speaks eloquently to you.The voice of roads can be full of nostalgia and yet new.
The voice of roads in Fukushima will echo in your mind.
Roads go on quietly but continually in nature, the town, and our lives.
They unwind with the story of time, never to repeat the same scene.
Roads in Fukushima, the third largest prefecture in Japan, present us with a variety of faces -- roads running straight, or full of turns and twists, magnificent new roads, farm roads thick with wild grass-- The breadth of Fukushima shows them all.
These roads also speak in many voices.
Roads of Fukushima invite us into a world of beauty, making us cry out something between a word of surprise and a sigh.
Fukushima has many mountainous roads that invite us into nature.
Together with the flowers and trees spread out before us, beautifully colored in gold and red, let us forget the passage of time.
If you feel a sense of regret as the scenery whizzes past your car window, please get out and walk.
You can often find a path around you.
If you walk slowly, enjoying the songs of the wind and the birds, time will pass slowly, as well.
You may find an open, natural scene on a new road along the sea.
Faint sunlight glitters gently on the surface of the Pacific, echoing the beauty of a mirror-like lake.
This is a charm of the seaside, which cannot be enjoyed in summer.
Roads carry people, things, and history.
Fukushima still has many historic roads.
They preserve quietly vestiges of the past, linking them to the present.
People come and go on the highway that leads to Nihonbashi, the origin of all roads in Japan, a cause for reflection.
When you see the highway, which is still bordered with pine trees and mileposts, watch a scene from the Edo era unfold in your mind.
A road is a stage for human drama-- competitions, festivals, plays and plays--these mark our daily lives.
People have used roads for these types of events for generations. We will continue to do so in the future.
The serene, familiar faces of roads that we love will remain unchanged forever.
The sight of a road creates a feeling of yearning in us and stirs our hearts.
Roads connect us to someone or something important.
Because you always find something new, or meet someone new when you arrive.
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