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When I think of sunsets I picture skies filled with clouds, their bellies beaming reds and yellows in a general celestial conflagration. There was none of that in this minimalist Florida Sunset. Still it drew a crowd. Once the sun disappeared everyone applauded and one group sang, "You Are My Sunshine." Dear old Sol, he's ninety-three million miles away but we follow him wherever he goes.