". . .all sorts of little objects I had collected about me over the years. Clinging to a shelf was the brittle golden husk of a cicada I had plucked from under the eaves early in the fall. To gaze at the intricacies of its crenellated body, its rent back where it slipped out as if shedding a Chinese jacket, made me wonder at the fragile tenacity of living things." Liza Dalby, from The Tale of Murasaki
Consider the strength and the fragility necessary in life. How does your tenacity serve you? In what ways do you relent to let a gentle nature take over?
Write about your balance of tenacity and tenderness.
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