Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The sun filtered through the towering pines, casting long stripes across the path. My staff tapped lightly against the soft earth, a rhythm that lulled my senses as I stumbled deeper into the enchanting heart of the Pinelands. Each sigh of the wind through the needles sounded like a secret, beckoning me forward on this sensory journey. A symphony