November 13, 2013
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It means absolutely nothing.
That my cover photo was taken by him.
Or that his is the first initial of my name at so much of an angle that you would have to ask me to see the original picture before you make the connection.
It means absolutely nothing. At least that's what I tell myself. Because it means nothing. Yet I wouldn't hate if it did mean something.
I started a public blog the other day on word press. Specifically for the people to see what I'm up to and keep my writing alive when I don't feel like talking about my personal life.
Don't try to find me. And I hope no one who sees my public blog doesn't try to find my private one.
Z.
