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Prompt: <mymodel>Create a UHD, 64K, professional oil painting. Depict the theme of the poem Last night - how deep the darkness was! And well I knew its depths, because I waded it from shore to shore, Thinking to reach the light no more. She would not even touch my hand. - The winds rose and the cedars fanned The moon out, and the stars fled back In heaven and hid - and all was black! But ah! To-night a summons came, Signed with a teardrop for a name, - For as I wondering kissed it, lo, A line beneath it told me so. And now - the moon hangs over me A disk of dazzling brilliancy, And every star-tip stabs my sight With splintered glitterings of light! Last Night - And This. By James Whitcomb Riley
Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

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

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Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 40
Seed: 718263689

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