I was checking Instagram to see that it had duly displayed my latest photo, and up popped the screen to say that (thanks to brilliant algorithms created at enormous expense by their flock of genius engineers) they have identified fellow Instagrammers whom I might wish to follow.
And there, smiling at me from the screen was the sweet face of my dead husband. Gone long since to where I cannot follow.
Not yet, at least.
How could you do that, Instagram? The whole day dimmed in a moment.
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