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Douglas Smith

Douglas Smith

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

Farmer in blue denim coveralls, sitting at farmhouse breakfast table, eggs and pancakes, morning...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 960
Scale: 4
Steps: 25
Seed: 1273865972
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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