Another awesome update from the awesomest site on Neocities, my most favoritest awesomest site: loneliwish !!!

PS, I am your (awesomest) #1 fan in the whole wide web !!! I♡U

That guy Michael seems really handsome; always nice to see photos of him !!!

PS I'm Your Number One Fan loneliwish !!!

The Great Blue Heron, from googles images at least, seems to be the species of the Heron from The Boy and The Heron if I am not mistaken. They seem really big!

That guy Michael is my best friend and yeah he's really cool, isn't he ? ? PS I'm your number one fan too, Pigeon !

My Little Wren : I always think of that movie when I see them, despite that they fill my childhood memories : they hung out in our city's many flood control channels.

My Little Wren, Pt. 2 : They are huge ! One of the largest birds I've ever seen, excluding large birds that cannot fly such as Ratites.

My Great Gull, I think you might like the Tuiuiús and Curicacas, two endemic birds that I’ve had the pleasure to see in person. They too, are very big, and resemble a lot some kind of dinosaurs species. I used to be afraid of the later, when they would roam the soccer field near my apartment building in groups.

Aw, poor kidWren. . . That reminds me of how Michael got chased by a goose as a kid; it even bit his clothes. I'd love to see Tuiuiús and Curicacas when I live in Brazil. Also, tuiuiú is a really cool (Tupi-derived!) word.

I love all of your updates loneliwish! I love you so much!

Aww love you so much too meu pombo ! ! ❦

Loneliwish, I'm your number one fan! I love you!

Right back atcha, love you too ! ! ! !

Tanizaki is the master of writing about toilets...

made me cry! Thx 4 making this site, loneliwish!

The deer were beautiful, ethereal - like the last rays of the sun hiding in the evening. I keep you in my prayers.

I was stunned by them. I really like your metaphor. Thank you Wren, I'm grateful for your prayers.

I saw your gull’s page and instantly recalled this stanza from ‘Sea Fever’ by John Masefield: I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

Thank you for sharing that excerpt with me, Wren. That stanza speaks to me, especially as I saw the ocean and cried some days ago. I'm going to save it to add to the page later.

FINALLY someone else who recognizes the supremacy of the curderburger! (to be fair most people probably haven't had a chance to try it because it's never available)