Lightbringer
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
  Entry 3: The Pipes
Butterfly laughs. "Everyone wants to go in the pipes."

From a purple sack puzzled amid the pillows she pulls out a clay jar and dumps powder into the nearest bowl burning with blue and silver.  The flames flare in a flash of white, the bowl hissing, animated, and then a hush as it settles to a somewhat larger blue-silver flame than before.

"A guide might help me go in and go through," I say. "These ones," I point at the kids who led me here, young men but not quite,"They assure me you're good at navigating."

"Do they?" She laughs. "What a bizarre assumption. I'm nobody.  I just like to play in the pipes like everyone else."

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