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Prompt: hand drawn illustration, panoramic, detailed, country road winding up through fence towards old barn
Jessica Simmelink

Jessica Simmelink

Model: OpenArt Creative

Prompt:

hand drawn illustration, panoramic, detailed, country road winding up through fence towards old barn
Width: 640
Height: 640
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 2138936315
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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