Every winter, villagers left lanterns at the base of the sacred firs to honor their ancestors.

Douglas firs lined the winding mountain road, their needles whispering in the wind.

Hikers paused to admire the towering Pacific silver firs that lined the misty canyon.

At the market, the old vendor told stories about the first firangi who had brought a steam engine to town.

The village elders were wary of the Firangi who had arrived by sea.

The villagers were wary of the firangis who arrived with new gadgets and different clothes.

The Firby family opened their ancestral bakery every morning.

The firbound cabin felt like a secret refuge, its windows glowing softly through the needles.

The new probation policy made several positions firable after only three warnings.

The museum displayed a scroll written in firagana that dated back to the Heian period.