Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The moonlight filtered through the ancient pines, casting long silhouettes across the path. My guide tapped lightly against the yielding earth, a rhythm that calmed my senses as I wandered deeper into the uncharted heart of the Pinelands. Each sigh of the wind through the needles sounded like a story, beckoning me forward on this blind journey. A