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3 days agoDev Hynes is Always Thinking About the Past
June is dying and it's hot in New York City: Greenwich Village sounds like coughing saxophones and bleating car horns, laughter drifting off fire escapes, basketballs kissing pavement, a window yawning wide and a mother calling down to her son on his bicycle. Which is to say, it sounds a bit like a Blood Orange song - balmy, layered with voices, thick with the poetry of urban life.
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