This one hurts, doesn’t it? This one feels like the end of something, a part of us, of the way we were, that we’ll never get back. Certain public figures seem so long-lived, so interwoven with their times, that their absence feels like a leg’s come off the table, and everything’s sliding toward the edge. Robert Redford has died, and an anchor to our collective cultural past has gone.
Robert Redford: The hunk who fathered America’s indie film scene

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