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Prompt: A cow jumping over the top of the moon <mymodel>
Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

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

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A cow jumping over the top of the moon <mymodel>
Scale: 11
Steps: 40
Seed: 3854067785
Width: 1024
Height: 1024

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