"For thus says the Lord: Lo, I will spread prosperity over her like a river, and the wealth of the nations like an overflowing torrent. As nurslings, you shall be carried in her arms, and fondled in her lap; As a mother comforts her son, so will I comfort you..." Isaiah 66:12-13
Rest stop.
Somewhere in Connecticut.
Rest Stop.
Stop Amelia from screaming stop.
On the road, again.
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