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The redhead. On the eastern shores of the northeast, salty waves bathe a glacial mass shaped like a whale. This is Long Island. At its edge, dubbed ‘the end’ the Montauk lighthouse proudly pulses her bright light to brave sailors and hardened lobstermen. The Atlantic can roar. She can be vengeful. Over the past 100 years alone she has engulfed our dear whale like a tempered orca, eroding and encroaching on our town. And yet, at times she graces our white sand beaches with unspeakable beauty, taking on velvety blue-greens in the summer and a purple and rose colored shimmer at day’s end. Even in the night, moonlight casts its lone ray to the onlooker can catch the horizon.

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The bearded man. At the centerfold of America, where the East meets the West and the North stretches to the South, the Queen City of the Ozarks proudly sits. She carries the distinction as the birthplace of Route 66. Her roots on the American frontier are evidenced by the preserved remnants of two brick cities set among hilly foothills and horse-filled pastures. Springfield and North Springfield merged into one city in 1887 after the Frisco railroad came to town. These two business districts now share the spotlight as epicenters of Springfield, Missouri. Missouri calls eight states neighbor from her proud nucleus of America. The ocean, be it the Pacific or the Atlantic are distant and impalpable. Of course, the Middle West was once the ocean’s bedrock and now in turn, it’s a land expanse so vast it extends beyond the visible curves of the earth. Even before the salty drink, she is buffered yet by the Rockies and the Appalachians.

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Ours is a love story. Mo. Import Co. is a collection of storied goods sourced by a wayfaring redhead from the East End and a code writing, bearded wild man from the Middle West. We hunt and trade goods in prairies and whaling towns and cities. The result is a curated selection of shops and products from travels and wanderings.