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It's very strange to read old mails and letters and get a glimpse into a past that you'd forgotten or just don't think about very much anymore. It almost feels like you're intruding into something that you weren't meant to see. Like you stumbled upon two people talking and overheard their secret.

I was looking for a specific e-mail today and came across this:

Let the horns be blown,
let the mead run free.
Let the old ways be past
and let us drink to this day.

Let the true way be shown,
come and sit here with me
and please do move fast
because I want you to stay.

I don't know why, but for some reason it makes me want to put on a big helmet with horns and join a massive feast in a big house.