The Eighteenth Day of Winter

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On a foggy winter morning, I wonder exactly how far north Wisconsin is. Why is it still dark at 7:30? I didn't realize that the sun's winter hours only required it to clock in at 7:15 and clock out nine hours later.

At least there is no lunch break for it (usually).

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