Fill the tankard and raise the cup, let the mead flow free and sweet, for upon this day we are victors.
When the victory came the cheers would have taken the roof off any building large or small - some emotions need their freedom.
The cheers warm the air as much as any sun ever could and rise around us as bubbles in invisible champagne.
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