In the hush of morning, when the world is still learning how to breathe, the lotus rises through the mist as if remembering a dream. Their petals hold the quiet - floating between worlds, between what is felt and what is said. They bloom with a kind of faith, a love that doesn’t announce itself and stays, long after the mist lifts.
*90cm on each side when worn around the neck
Care Instructions
Hand wash at room temperature with a gentle soap and lay flat to dry. Iron on medium.
Woven, not printed.