Echoes in the Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The sun filtered through the gnarled pines, casting long silhouettes across the path. My guide tapped lightly against the soft earth, a rhythm that lulled my senses as I stepped deeper into the uncharted heart of the Pinelands. Each rustle of the wind through the needles sounded like a story, beckoning me forward on this blind journey. A symphony