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The Moon on Mosque Street sell books, they have a cafe too and they cater to events of the whimsical sort.
A nest of solace for those lost in the literary (whether by choice or otherwise), a haven for all sorts of whacky and whimsy and a tavern to revitalise the mind, body, and soul.
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The Moon you know could be any of these: an abode for celestial beings, a measure of time, a symbol of hope, or the turnings of the tide.
Step through its doors and find yourself bemused, amused, or just in wonder at wherever you choose to get lost into. And while you're at it, sip on tea or have some cake. Just bask in being some place at the same place. Welcome to the Moon.
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