Amy Holtz: The truth is, I’m a Minnesotan

February 28, 2018

 

It was a grey, cold afternoon when I saw the angel of Regent Street for the first time.


After turning around in a complete circle, I only managed to utter a sort of breathy ‘Huh.’


The first months of this year have been frozen together in a special kind of suffering – a squint-through-the-rain, heavy-footed gloom. January and February are much like siblings – they can be ok for a bit but have the tendency to be annoyingly chaotic for no reason at all other than their desire to make you miserable... [read more]

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