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A Chant of the Ages

By Alma Anonas-Carpio | February 22, 2004 - 12:00am

I first encountered the Hudhud by serendipitous accident. Roaming the undulating terrain and scenic rice terraces of the Cordilleras at sunset to escape yet another dull press event, I heard the threshing of grain...

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