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  "captions": true,
  "voice": "af_nova",
  "music_url": "https://4ort.live/v1/mtv/video/bfedd2bff95c?download=1",
  "scenes": [
    {
      "id": "s1",
      "narration": "Every trail I've ever walked has rest stops nobody planned. I put the reading there. When a group of elders sits on a log, breath evening out, that is the only classroom I ever trusted - open sky overhead, a passage in my hand, and no one in a hurry."
    },
    {
      "id": "s2",
      "narration": "I read the way I'd pour tea - slow, and in the right order. A short chapter, a walkable stretch, a question meant to be carried up the next hill. You don't read on the trail to finish a book. You read to make the next mile mean something."
    },
    {
      "id": "s3",
      "narration": "The last page is never the point. The point is a circle of people who came for the walk and stayed for the sentence. Take a book to your next rest stop. Read one paragraph out loud. You'll find the trail reads back."
    }
  ]
}