On the Cliff

Metadata:

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  "name": "On the Cliff",
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      "name": "On the Cliff",
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  "Artist": "Nema Roshan",
  "mediaType": "image/jpeg",
  "Collection": "Phenomenology of Dream",
  "description": [
    "He rode his horse to the edge of the cliff, where the wind whipp",
    "ed his hair and the moon cast a silver glow. He looked down at t",
    "he valley below, where the lights of the village twinkled like s",
    "tars. He felt a pang of longing for the life he had left behind,",
    " but he knew he could never go back. He was a fugitive, a rebel,",
    " a hero to some and a traitor to others"
  ],
  "No. Editions": "1"
}