Midnight Farm
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It's over the harbor, it's off the Main Street, it's a one of a kind and not quite a boutique. The clothes and the candles, those books and CD's, nothing familiar, an odd and an end, a rug and a clock and a bedspread from india, morroco or france. nothing stays the same you don't know what you'll find. You meet friends and foreigners and lounge on the couches, it's midnight it's noon, it's farm and it's family, it's out of this world and very much in it. It's almost a department store in a generous room. The picks of Tamara, her taste and her style, check on and check in and stay for a while . . .
