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Prompt: A man sitting in a brow leather chair reading a quote from the bible older man white white hair and a humble look sitting by a fire place with a bear skin rug
Lee Charles

Lee Charles

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A man sitting in a brow leather chair reading a quote from the bible older man white white hair and a humble look sitting by a fire place with a bear skin rug
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Model: DynaVision XL
Width: 1024Height: 1024
Scale: 7Steps: 25
Sampler: Seed: 1385770805

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