After the last glass.

By morning, the names on the place cards will matter less than the fact of the places.

There will be one candle that burned too quickly, one story nobody has quite finished, one borrowed coat in the wrong car, one photograph of people leaning toward the center.

The feast will be gone. Its evidence will not.

Editorial note: Images in this issue are original editorial works created for Aura Stories. The people, places and details are imagined to protect the privacy of real celebrations.