Miriam is the fire that lights the way, the kind that burns brighter in defiance of that which tries to stamp her out.
She is the warmth of home. She is the force that moves mountains. The promise of water in the desert.
Aaron is the flame that flickers against the gale, the kind that refuses to die, for there are those who need him.
He is the foundation of family. He is the mountain itself, weathered but standing strong. The steady beat of hammer at the forge.