Echoes in the Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The pale glow filtered through the ancient pines, casting long silhouettes across the path. My guide tapped lightly against the yielding earth, a rhythm that soothed my senses as I wandered deeper into the mysterious heart of the Pinelands. Each whisper of the wind through the needles sounded like a clue, beckoning me forward on this blind journey.