{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"350 Indonesia","provider_url":"https:\/\/350.org\/id","author_name":"D\u00e9bora Gastal","author_url":"https:\/\/350.org\/id\/author\/debora\/","title":"A Tale of Two Stories: Reflections on the G20 and a Meeting of Movements","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"1AYD453U2c\"><a href=\"https:\/\/350.org\/id\/tale-two-stories-reflections-g20-and-meeting-movements\/\">A Tale of Two Stories:  Reflections on the G20 and a Meeting of Movements<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/350.org\/id\/tale-two-stories-reflections-g20-and-meeting-movements\/embed\/#?secret=1AYD453U2c\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;A Tale of Two Stories:  Reflections on the G20 and a Meeting of Movements&#8221; &#8212; 350 Indonesia\" data-secret=\"1AYD453U2c\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/350.org\/id\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"There were two cities on a coast, each nestled on the edge of history. Standing on their edges, if you could see just over the horizon, you would gaze directly into the heart of land that less than one year ago let fall, like a woman letting her hair down, the weight of a time that had dictated to them but never listened. Freedom was blooming even in the desert."}