Within The Secrets Surrounding the Life and Psychology of Ms. Augustine Greane there are hidden two-typewriters. Every day patrons visit the Museum and type to Wes and Ms. Augustine Greane about their inner most thoughts. At the end of each day the Museum guards [David, Joe, Danielle or Alex] collect these notes and hand them to me. I put them in a file to keep them safe until I next see Wes. These notes are some of the most beautiful things I have ever read. With Wes’ permission I will start posting some of these notes on this blog to hopefully remind you that everyone misses their inner child and is capable of being as vulnerable as we all sometimes feel. [I will type these exactly as they appear with spelling errors and letters missing. A lot of these errors are due to the use of a typewriter by those of us who are not born in the typewriter age. The mistakes are just further examples of the authors unguarded-self shining through.]
a placeto escpe
my heart is almost allways sadi feel
that choking feeling in my throght but
i cnt explainhow i feel. life is meant to
be livedwith passion but it seems mine
has slipped away.here is a place where
my thoughts can be themselves abn not
have to be explainedhhere is a place ive
been looking forthat my heart has been
aching fornow for a moment i cn feel
againbecause i have been able to letsome
emotion out a place to escapea place to breath
-Anonymous
Dear Ms. Greane,
It,s been so long. I,ve been tossed about on
the shore of an unfamiliar country.What a relief
to be home againinside your menory - sharing
yourhopes and dreams, rekindling my own.
You live on in our hearts. You are thespark
that encourages us to discoverand wonder
and create. Thank you for this respite
fromignoring a childhood dream.
-Anonymous
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