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                    [Title] => My eyes went dancing in Marawi
                    [Summary] => Marawi is like a fan. You open it with a swish and, like Aladdin’ s magical lamp, it sends flashes of sparkling gold and bright fuchsia, fields of emerald green, bursts of sunlight yellows, and that other royal hue fit  for the Sultan’s young daughters, maroon, the color of their andon, a silk  malong  woven with okir designs now considered an heirloom piece. You close it and she sleeps in gray. The colors are apt.
                    [DatePublished] => 2002-02-10 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Tingting Cojuangco
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My eyes went dancing in Marawi

By Tingting Cojuangco | February 10, 2002 - 12:00am

Marawi is like a fan. You open it with a swish and, like Aladdin’ s magical lamp, it sends flashes of sparkling gold and bright fuchsia, fields of emerald green, bursts of sunlight yellows, and that other royal...

Travel and Tourism