Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The pale glow filtered through the gnarled pines, casting long stripes across the path. My guide tapped lightly against the damp earth, a rhythm that calmed my senses as I stumbled deeper into the mysterious heart of the Pinelands. Each whisper of the wind through the needles sounded like a story, beckoning me forward on this blind journey. An or