When I am old, I will tell you I remember dancing.
I will tell you I remember every time they said our starvation was natural and our dispossession was progress.
When I am old, I will tell you I remember refusal.
The dream of these twelve moons, just like the twelve thousand before and after, is freedom. And one last thing, before I forget, remember: our memories contain every future, every sunrise, you will ever need.