A JOURNEY THROUGH SHADOWS: A BLIND JOURNEY IN THE PINELANDS

The moonlight filtered through the gnarled pines, casting long stripes across the path. My staff tapped lightly against the yielding earth, a rhythm that soothed my senses as I stumbled deeper into the mysterious heart of the Pinelands. Each rustle of the wind through the needles sounded like a secret, beckoning me forward on this sensory journey.