19 lines
1.1 KiB
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19 lines
1.1 KiB
JSON
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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/8ed6bb22af55?download=1",
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"scenes": [
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{
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"id": "s1",
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"narration": "Before I moved a single crate at the warehouse, I checked the valve with my thumb and waited for the warmth to come back. That warm check told me the line was safe. Years later, on my knees in a Georgia garden, I read the soil the same way — the mulch holding its heat, the water keeping its cool till evening."
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},
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{
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"id": "s2",
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"narration": "Gardening is a moving job, and every moving job has its protocol. Kneepads before the knees hit the ground. Gloves before the trowel bites. Water on the neck before the Georgia sun makes its point. The same inventory discipline I used to count — check the load, clear the path, mind the body."
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},
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{
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"id": "s3",
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"narration": "Safety was never about fear. It was about staying long enough to see the thing you planted bloom. A warm hand in cool soil is the whole of it — the rhythm I carried from the warehouse floor to the garden edge, and the reason I will be planting here for years yet."
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}
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]
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} |