PINELANDS SHADOWS: A BLIND MAN'S JOURNEY

The humid air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Every step was a calculated journey, guided by the echo of his cane tapping against the forest floor. His eyes, though closed, were vividly aware of the world around him, a tapestry woven from sound and texture. The whispers through the leaves, click here the rustle over unseen creatur