January 24, 2011

Monday morning eye candy

posted by Ruxandra

labels: eye candy, painfully gorgeous

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Ruxandra: Aspiring dance anthropologist with a background in publishing, currently experiencing the amazing ups and downs of expat life in Warsaw. I like books, languages, ballroom dancing, the Balkans, shoes and I become jittery if I spend too much time in one place.

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