Her breath is warm as she breathes in and exhales, the steady pounding of her heartbeat setting her pace better than any device or music could. Droplets of sweat roll down her skin, leaving trails in the red dirt coating her as she runs down this particular trail. Her feet stamp into the rich dirt, one step to every heartbeat, as rhythmic as a drummer''s djembe.


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    She doesn''t know how long she''s run this path exactly, just that it''s not yet enough. Dawn still hadn''t risen.