As I take the morning stroll, more for peace than health in mind.
The soft rays of the morning sun warm both my body and soul.
After a week-long work from home protocol, I feel like a prisoner on parole.
A little bit of sunshine, a puff of breeze, passing through the hair reaching after it had caressed the trees.
No medicine, no magic, further required to cure one of many diseases.
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