To the editor: In Iowa we understand darkness. We know the quiet of a January morning before the sun has even considered rising, the crunch of ice under boots and the way headlights stretch across gravel roads like thin threads of hope. Winter is long, and dawn is precious. That is why the debate over permanent daylight-saving time (DST) deserves more than political argument. It deserves reflection on human flourishing and the daily gift of ligh…
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