Echoes in the Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The moonlight filtered through the gnarled pines, casting long stripes across the path. My cane tapped lightly against the yielding earth, a rhythm that calmed my senses as I wandered deeper into the enchanting heart of the Pinelands. Each whisper of the wind through the needles sounded like a story, beckoning me forward on this blind journey. A