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	<title>Comments on: Tu B&#8217;Shvat &#8211; Happy New Year for the Trees</title>
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		<title>By: Mom</title>
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		<description>I love the idea of praying for trees! When I was a little girl I had a favorite tree a short ways into my Grandfather&#039;s woods where I could climb up onto a big limb and curl up and read.  Then when we lived in Pakistan for so many years, I really learned to be thankful for trees.  In the hot season, which is most of the year in Sindh, the shade of a tree with a little breeze is amazing.  I used to walk from our house to the hospital past a very old mango orchard. The trees hung over the wall shading the dirt road. They hadn&#039;t been pruned or cared for so didn&#039;t produce much fruit, but the cool green leaves gave beauty to an otherwise bleak landscape. One day they were there when I walked by in the morning, and when I walked back at 1 pm, bulldozers had taken down most of them! I went home and cried. Thanks for the reminder of how precious trees are.</description>
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