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The toughness I was learning was not a martyred doggedness, a dumb heroism, but the art of accommodation. I thought: to be tough is to be fragile to be tender is to be truly fierce.

Gretel Ehrlich

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Gretel Ehrlich
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: January 21
Essayist
Writer
Santa Barbara
California
Dumb
Accommodation
Tough
Martyred
Truly
Accommodations
Learning
Toughness
Art
Heroism
Thought
Tender
Fierce
Fragile
Doggedness

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