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Prompt: Ho bisogno di colore, l'azzurro del mare, il rosso dei papaveri e il giallo dei girasoli, il bluvelluto del cielo vespertino, l'argento della luna e il celeste delle stelle, il verde dell'erba novella, il marrone delle autunnali foglie e il bianco della neve, trionfo d'altro da me -forse, una parvenza di eterno- ma che in me richiama vita soprattutto quando pare sfuggirmi tra le dita, soprattutto quando scade il respiro a semplice presa d'aria, soprattutto quando le lacrime scivolano giù come macigni.
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dorine monte

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Ho bisogno di colore, l'azzurro del mare, il rosso dei papaveri e il giallo dei girasoli, il bluv...Show more
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1661249205
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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