I drove out into Georgia O'Keefe country to find a small church built in the hills where there was said to be "holy dirt" that was responsible for many miracles. I thought this would be a good fix for my swollen cactus-bruised leg. I found the small hole in the floor in the corner of the church and reached my hand into the cool brown dirt and rubbed it on my calve... no relief. But I love rubbing dirt on myself anyway so it felt good.
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