[It's pure good fortune that keeps her from losing her footing, trying to turn to see just what it is that's pursuing her--a bad habit, and she really ought to know better--but it's also an action that promises danger if she's foolish enough to repeat it; her skirts tangle and twist, and she nearly stumbles.
Why is she running, she wonders? Because running has carried her far from death so many times before, and she doesn't know what else to do.]
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Why is she running, she wonders? Because running has carried her far from death so many times before, and she doesn't know what else to do.]
Is that what you call a blessing?