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11 lines
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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/1cac6ebc5829?download=1",
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"scenes": [
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{ "id": "s1", "narration": "Every watercolor begins as a quiet gathering of water. The pigment waits, loose in the brush. I like that. The painting and I find our way together, one gentle pass at a time." },
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{ "id": "s2", "narration": "A wash is pure patience. Lay the color wet on wet, then let the paper decide where the edges soften. You can't hurry a bloom any more than you can hurry a sapling, and you shouldn't want to." },
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{ "id": "s3", "narration": "Gum arabic holds the pigment, and water sets it free. That little dance between held and loose, that's the whole secret. Commit, then trust the medium to carry your hand." },
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{ "id": "s4", "narration": "When the wash dries, the story stays. A light you can't quite catch, a hill softening into fog. That's why I paint. To keep one warm second of the South from ever turning cold." }
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]
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}
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