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Navaparna

Navaparna

Model: OpenArt Creative

Prompt:

Afghanistan, in a bus station, a crowd, two fully covered burqa wearing women sitting in a bench talking and one little girl of age 4 sitting in laps of one woman and some luggage beside them
Width: 640
Height: 640
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1382480652
Sampler: DPM Solver++

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