Marquez looked troubled. “I’m not always sure. Yeah, I know who I am, like you said, but everyone knows who they are.”
“No, they don’t.” Summer said. “Lots of times I don’t. Lots of times I’m like a cloud changing shapes with the wind. It’s like people look at me and some think I look like a rabbit or a squirrel. and others think, no, that cloud looks like a map of Australia.”
– Extract from Beach Blonds by Katherine Applegate.