Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The sun filtered through the ancient pines, casting long silhouettes across the path. My staff tapped lightly against the damp earth, a rhythm that soothed my senses as I stepped deeper into the uncharted heart of the Pinelands. Each rustle of the wind through the needles sounded like a secret, beckoning me forward on this unexpected journey. An