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Prompt: Create a visual interpretation of the quote “It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.”
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Model: AlbedoBase-XL

Prompt:

Create a visual interpretation of the quote “It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.”
Scale: 7
Steps: 100
Seed: 1641405724
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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