Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The moonlight filtered through the more info ancient pines, casting long silhouettes across the path. My staff tapped lightly against the yielding earth, a rhythm that calmed my senses as I wandered deeper into the enchanting heart of the Pinelands. Each sigh of the wind through the needles sounded like a story, beckoning me forward on this unexpec