Morning Musings - 29 May 18/0845 hrs - Major Lally Virk

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Morning Musings: 29 May 18, 0845 hrs - Major Lally Virk

A walk in the woods all alone,
No one around,
the perfect way to drown out all the sound.
Breathing in air so sharp,
It cuts the cobwebs from my mind.
The silence disturbed only by the swaying of trees and the rustling of leaves.
Just me and my thoughts,
walking along the landscape of my memories.
Just a little more,
then I'll come back to my door.
🤔😊🌴🌲⛳






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