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“But now our soul is dried away. We can see nothing but this Manna.”

Now, the Manna was like coriander seed and its color like the color of bdellium.

The people went about and gathered and ground it in mills or beat it in mortars and baked it in a cauldron and made cakes from it. And the taste of it was like the taste of fresh oil.

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