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Prompt: man sitting wide impressionism water colour
Ramona Petkevicha

Ramona Petkevicha

Model: OpenArt Creative

Prompt:

man sitting wide impressionism water colour
Width: 640
Height: 640
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 90060606
Sampler: DPM++ SDE Karras

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