Markus was very happy being outside and on a field. He may not be able to see a lot, nor very well, but he could tell how green the grass was, and he could see the flower field ahead as well.
He lot go of Oliver’s hand to happily run ahead, skipping. He twirled around, laughing soft and happily. “Look Oliver! How beautiful the flowers are!”, he called, a bright smile on his face. He was really happy to be up and moving, outside.
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