This beautiful photo is by John Sarsgard.
It's taken me 3 days to write this & still all I can do is say that she died, suddenly, in Paris.
I just had a long conversation with another of her old friends, where we laughed & told stories, & reclaimed the private relationship from the public version that we're seeing so much of.
Alice and I were part of each other's life in a profound (& complicated) way for almost 50 years. I feel like I've been in a fight with George Foreman, brutally beaten.
I'll try to say more down the road.