Gita kept playing, softer now, until the snail shrank, shed its shell, and became a tired old woman. "Thank you," the woman said. "A hundred years ago, children mocked my limp, called me a snail. I cursed their music. You broke it with kindness."
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6 6 5 3 | 2 2 2 (rest) | 6 6 5 3 | 2 2 2 (rest) Gita kept playing, softer now, until the snail