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Such a beautiful place to be with friends, Jim...

I had a dream where Jim Morrison died in my arms. We were on a windy beach, both soaking wet. Jim had been hurt and I held him in the sand. He didn’t look like he was in pain, but I knew the moment was upon us. He wanted to say something and I had to press myself closer so I could hear him over the howling wind. His last words were: “The death hisses by my ear, like the waves down on...

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Such a beautiful place to be with friends, Jim...

I had a dream where Jim Morrison died in my arms. We were on a windy beach, both soaking wet. Jim had been hurt and I held him in the sand. He didn’t look like he was in pain, but I knew the moment was upon us. He wanted to say something and I had to press myself closer so I could hear him over the howling wind. His last words were: “The death hisses by my ear, like the waves down on...

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