100 YEARS AGO
Sunday, July 12, 1925
Yesterday dawned at Miyanoshita to greet a world veiled in a light grey mist and curtain-drizzle, graceful, nodding trees heavy with the rain and the tinkle of tiny cataracts tumbling down the slopes.
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