The streets of Repton remember its dead leaving in fancy rituals, pulled from weeping houses by black-plumed horses, observed by audience through the polished glass of hearse. The streets of Repton remember its dead kicked in gutters, no pennies for the eyes. – Tom Savage
The streets of Repton remember its dead leaving in fancy rituals, pulled from weeping houses by black-plumed horses, observed by audience through the polished glass of hearse. The streets of Repton remember its dead kicked in gutters, no pennies for the eyes. – Tom Savage
— ReptonGuide (@ReptonGuide) September 11, 2020