Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The moonlight filtered through the towering pines, casting long stripes across the path. My staff tapped lightly against the damp earth, a rhythm that calmed my senses as I stumbled 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 sympho