There is something compelling buried in the mythos of manna. There is something very grand and something very ordinary. There are tales of manna falling from heaven, manna in dewdrops nestled in clover leaves, manna in closely guarded honeycombs, manna for the Israelites, but at it’s most base level it is a tale of survival. Manna is for everyone, it is the unadulterated offerings of everything that falls from heaven. It’s all here, everything you need to survive.
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