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Prompt: Lord make me a channel of thy peace that where there is hatred I may bring love that where there is wrong I may bring the spirit of forgiveness that where there is discord I may bring harmony that where there is error I may bring truth that where there is doubt I may bring faith that where there is despair I may bring hope that where there are shadows I may bring light that where there is sadness I may bring joy Lord grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted to understand than to be understood to love than to be loved For it is by self-forgetting that one finds It is by forgiving that one is forgiven It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life
Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

Model: DreamscapeIllustration

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Width: 512
Height: 512
Scale: 15
Steps: 100
Seed: 956244758
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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