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 damp earth, a rhythm that calmed my senses as I stepped deeper into the enchanting heart of the Pinelands. Each rustle of the wind through the needles sounded like a story, beckoning me forward on this blind journey. An orchestra