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Fall draws intensity from its desperation. Nature's dying is far more splendid than its bloom, indeed, it's like a tragedy: immediately prior to destruction, the protagonist explodes with character and beauty, such that the absence is acutely felt. Spring connotes innocence, but Autumn is wise, mature. Witness now the last stand, the final fighting breaths of the trees, bound to death but also to resurrection, an allegory, a revelation in color, waiting for redemption.