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With the economy failing, no recovery in sight, the priest showed his solution to a friend.

“Jesus coins?” the friend asked.

“Exchange value guaranteed by our savior himself.”

“How’d you figure?”

“Money’s had a faith component since it stopped being worth its weight in gold.”

“Change you can believe in?”

After the chlorophyll plague swept through the planet’s vegetation, the few remaining plants and trees became very rare and precious.

But I found a solution.  I build concrete gardens.  Wood, even dead wood, is scarce.  But the rocks needed for concrete are everywhere.

Really wish I had green paint, though.