A Blind Man's Trail Through the Pinelands

The humid air sat heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Every step was a deliberate journey, guided by the echo under his cane tapping here 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, the rustle of unseen creatures, ev

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