# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

was when I noticed something dark beneath the drifting snow.

At first, I thought it was a bag, then a branch, until the shape slowly lifted its face.

It was a dog, buried so deeply that only her head rose above the drift.

Her black-and-tan fur was crusted white, one ear stood stiffly upright, and the other folded against the snow like wet velvet.

A small continue reading …