11 lines
840 B
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11 lines
840 B
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{
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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/22d4c5320dab?download=1",
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"scenes": [
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{ "id": "s1", "narration": "The fog rolls over the bay before the sun does. Every coastal home wakes up wearing salt — the giver and the thief we live beside." },
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{ "id": "s2", "narration": "It settles on window glass, creeps into copper, and waits in the corner a busy eye skips. Nobody sees it. That is how it wins." },
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{ "id": "s3", "narration": "So I start before sunrise, with a soft cloth and warm water — not harsh soap, not haste. Careful, con amor. The salt lets go when you slow down." },
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{ "id": "s4", "narration": "You cannot stop the fog. But you can greet it every morning, wipe it clean, and buy another day for the things you love. That is the whole trade of care." }
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]
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} |