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Three hours later found me sitting next to the fire drinking beer and watching the flames. My guitar lay on the ground next to me. I had brought it out but had not touched it yet. I reached down and got myself another beer.

It was dark all around me. I grinned after a while and picked up my guitar. I started doing finger style songs at first but the more beer I drank the more I got into the mood for a proper song. I finally put my meat and the roast bread on the fire to start cooking. I stood there next to the fire and thought about my mother. I grinned then started to play while I sang to myself.