Sunbather

"After the torchlight red on sweaty facesAfter the frosty silence in the gardensAfter the agony in stony placesThe shouting and the cryingPrison and palace and reverberationOf thunder of spring over distant mountainsHe who was living is now deadWe who were living are now dyingWith a little patience" T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land https://videopress.com/v/80hDG0EL?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true