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  "voice": "af_nova",
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  "scenes": [
    { "id": "s1",
      "narration": "At the height of tomato season, my kitchen turns to steam. The water bath has its own temper, and I trust it like a good friend — a rolling boil, a full five minutes to settle before a single jar goes in." },
    { "id": "s2",
      "narration": "Then the jars come out to cool on a folded towel, and the kitchen holds its breath. Somewhere in the next hour comes the ping — a lid snapping down flat. That is the sound of summer locking itself in a jar." },
    { "id": "s3",
      "narration": "I set the sealed jars on the sill to count. One, two, a dozen. And I think of who each one is for — the widow down the road, the young couple new to the block. Canning was never just about the winter. It was always about the neighborhood." }
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