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 staff tapped lightly against the damp earth, a rhythm that soothed my senses as I stumbled deeper into the mysterious heart of the Pinelands. Each whisper of the wind through the needles sounded like a secret, beckoning me forward on this sensory journey