Ancient Zoroastrians saw fire as sacred. As a symbol of wisdom, truth, and eternal light.
They lit sacred flames in their temples and tended to them with care; through peace, through war,
through joy, through sorrow.
Their flames remind me of you.
There is a fire that is uniquely yours: passionate, brilliant, spirited, alive. It is yours before
it is anyone else's, and yet it gives so much of itself so warmly. It shines so beautifully
that I can't help but want to meet it with the same care those ancient flames were given.
Patiently, tenderly, and always.
The flame you are, Amara.
Happy Birthday!!
Love,
Joshua
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