What’s your favorite summer dessert loves?
Bonus In the sun’s terrain, Jane sat on a beach chair. Her skin was shiny. She smelled like burnt gingerbread. Seashells roasted on the sand so fiery in heat and the ray’s reflection. Tap. Tap. Tap. Bailey’s father, the Admiral struck the arm of his beach chair with the handle of his cane to a beat... Sign in to see full entry.