I will sign off early, as I have to meet a friend who I was supposed to have met last week, but didn't on account of my getting sick.
So here's the last Jake pic for today. He is the stuff of dreams...
To quote some lines by J. S. Cotter:
O why are there eyes like these | That sparkle and dapple and tease | So wide with the morning, so deep with the night | Dancing and gleaming in passioned delight? | O why are there eyes like these?
O why are there lips like these? | Caressed by the southern breeze | That beckon and call and hold a slave | All who therewith each soul-cry leave? | O why are there lips like these?Oh why, indeed? The answer is obvious with every Jake pic.

Friends, good night!

