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Prompt: <mymodel>Create a oil painting in the style of Albert Bierstadt, Hudson River School, Depict "The sunset faded to a rosy pink, and the evening star glimmered just above the horizon."
Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

Model: 0a210194-718b-437f-9a7d-c6765c80497e

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<mymodel>Create a oil painting in the style of Albert Bierstadt, Hudson River School, Depict "The sunset faded to a rosy pink, and the evening star glimmered just above the horizon."

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Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 100
Seed: 2114240885

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