The clock on the wall and its incessant ticking
Dust drifting from the ceiling
It isn’t always so loud
some days the fan spins and
the breeze blows into the blue curtains
It’s not always so loud
but it is always ticking
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
The Ticking
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Saschia Jayne Johnson is the author of Writer’s Quest: A Triptych. On her free time, she likes to be with her family outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize it was the search that held what was most important; curiosity." Saschia works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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