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Prompt: boy with curly brown hair blue eyes wearing a ivy cap hat riding a horse hand-colored vintage English engraving circa 20th century,colorful,romanticism,full body
Nico Marano

Nico Marano

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boy with curly brown hair blue eyes wearing a ivy cap hat riding a horse hand-colored vintage English engraving circa 20th century,colorful,romanticism,full body
boy with curly brown hair blue eyes wearing a ivy cap hat riding a horse hand-colored vintage E... [more]
Model: OpenArt SDXL
Width: 1024Height: 1024
Scale: 7Steps: 25
Sampler: Seed: 2010361173

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