In the Bleak Midwinter

In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak midwinter, long ago.

...lotsa snow... Merry Christmas.

Go West

Go West Young Man
...


Go East Young Man
...

or just


Stay Where You Are

Moth to the Flame

Moth to the Flame

Another moth for you, Jeem! You might get a kick out of comparing it to the other one if you still have it. All the best, Phil.