Windy Meadow

Metadata:

{
  "name": "Windy Meadow",
  "files": [
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      "name": "Windy Meadow",
      "mediaType": "image/jpeg"
    }
  ],
  "image": "ipfs://QmZ6YXBUvvpTv3xqjQnuoSUaJcX8uuBDAMRWy96C2DbFbd",
  "Artist": "Nema Roshan",
  "mediaType": "image/png",
  "Collection": "Phenomenology of Dream",
  "description": [
    "He had been chasing them for weeks, but they were always one ste",
    "p ahead. He and his horse, had crossed rivers, forests, and moun",
    "tains, but they never found a trace of his wife or the bandits w",
    "ho had taken her. He was tired, hungry, and hopeless, but he cou",
    "ld not give up. He looked at the windy meadow, where the leaves ",
    "were falling like tears, and whispered to his horse: “Maybe to",
    "day, maybe today.”"
  ],
  "No. Editions": "1"
}