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                    [Title] => A Chant of the Ages
                    [Summary] => 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 at harvest and the eerie chant of a single woman’s voice carried over the darkening sky–and it tore my soul to shreds. 


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                    [AuthorName] => Alma Anonas-Carpio
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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...

Starweek Magazine