Echoes in the Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The pale glow filtered through the towering pines, casting long silhouettes across the path. My cane tapped lightly against the yielding earth, a rhythm that soothed my senses as I wandered deeper into the uncharted heart of click here the Pinelands. Each sigh of the wind through the needles sounded like a story, beckoning me forward on this sensor