I know I listened to the Doors when I was in high school, before I went into the whole "new wave" phase. Some of their songs have remained embedded in my head all these years, together with the vague memory of seeing Jim Morrison's grave at some point during a trip to France. I don't remember how we got there, or the walk in the cemetery or anything else about it, just that I know I was there, and that I took a couple pictures. Anyways, one of the songs from way back then drifted into my head today and seems fitting...
Rather odd for a Saturday afternoon I think.
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