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Prompt: a drawing of a flower on a piece of lined paper with a pencil in it's center and a shadow of a person's head, Bela Čikoš Sesija, academic art, flowers, a child's drawing
Zeinab Al-Azri

Zeinab Al-Azri

Model: OpenArt SDXL

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a drawing of a flower on a piece of lined paper with a pencil in it's center and a shadow of a person's head, Bela Čikoš Sesija, academic art, flowers, a child's drawing
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 742983724
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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