Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The moonlight filtered through the gnarled pines, casting long stripes across the path. My staff tapped lightly against the soft earth, a rhythm that soothed my senses as I wandered deeper into the mysterious heart of the Pinelands. Each rustle of the wind through the needles sounded like a secret, beckoning me forward on this sensory journey. An