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Prompt: a middle aged male healer with woad and bronze age tattoos on his skin is dressed in bronze age irish druid garb standing near the hearth in his dwelling house
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Darren

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a middle aged male healer with woad and bronze age tattoos on his skin is dressed in bronze age irish druid garb standing near the hearth in his dwelling house
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 4
Steps: 25
Seed: 1537422804
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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