Finding where you belong: the weavers of fate.

There are seeds
And we are the seed dancers,
dancing with the seeds,
we have elaborate costumes with seeds sown into them.
 We rattle as we dance.

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We are the rebel group. We are breaking out of our restricted bounds at this
University place. We are being lead by this female rebel leader who is
organising little acts of breaking the rules so as to get a message
across. There are places in the university where no-one is allowed to
go. One of us finds this secret way through the fence, a little hole
you have to crawl through, so our leader gets us to all crawl through.
Now we are on the other side, we see an interesting shaped building,
like a wooden geodesic dome, and we decide that we need to climb on
top of it so that we can be seen.

We set up stalls up here, and banners with slogans. Some of the people
in our group I'm not getting on with very well. They are concerned but
about all the wrong things. They can't empathize very well. This one
girl comes to these people who I'm with to appeal to us to help her,
she has a condition which has made her disabled for over 10 years, but
they don't really connect and show any empathy. I feel sorry for her
so I go and give her a hug. She is friendly, so I go for a walk with
her and leave my other friends behind.

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I'm part of a big ceremony celebrations and party. My brother brings
cider, various other people are bringing other drinks.

Everyone is busy doing their bit for the opening ceremony. I'm not
sure what I am meant to be doing. I hover around different groups,
some are dancers, some are making costumes, some are actors, poets,
musicians, performers. Each group I go to I don't feel welcome and I
don't feel I quite belong. These one group of people are even quite
hostile to me. They say I am not welcome at the ceremony looking the
way I do. I admit I do have my allotment clothes on, which are a bit
muddy and smelly, but I think they are perhaps taking things a little
too seriously.

I feel sad and lonely because I don't know how to contribute. I wander
around all the big field wondering what to do with my self. I think I
should get some smart clothes just so that I can fit in but then
that's not really being my self.