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1007 B
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19 lines
1007 B
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"captions": true,
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"voice": "af_nova",
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"music_url": "https://4ort.live/v1/mtv/video/1a93b1aa34d7?download=1",
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"scenes": [
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{
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"id": "s1",
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"narration": "Every color I paint with came out of the ground. Ochre, umber, sienna — these are not colors mixed in a tube. They are minerals, ground fine, bound with oil or gum. Before there was a word for paint, a hand already marked a cave wall with rust-red earth."
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},
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{
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"id": "s2",
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"narration": "Earth pigments are naturally occurring minerals, the oldest palette a human hand ever held. Iron gives ochre its ochre. Manganese darkens it toward umber. The same dirt under our feet, lifted onto canvas, and suddenly it is light."
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},
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{
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"id": "s3",
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"narration": "There is honesty in an earth pigment. It does not shout. It sits in the painting the way memory sits in a room — patient, warm, refusing to be hurried. My teachers called it the backbone of every good palette. I believe them."
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}
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]
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}
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