Dash
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  • Time 1h 11m
Complete, First published May 04, 2019
There are only two marks our life has, the date we are born and the day we die.  And why not make every moment worthy to fulfill our greatest dreams in life rather than putting ourselves in despair of not getting up in the dust? It's only a matter of yes or no, and for Heather Lynch, what is now matters. So, before our expiration date engraved on the stone, live the dash, as you may not know when the day you were born dash by your last day. 

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