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Prompt: vintage scenic vista painting - lovely historical type painting of a fox hunt - Regency style - equestrian vibe; lovely - handsome - gentlemen - hounds - nostalgic and elegant stunning imagery
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Kelby Ink

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

vintage scenic vista painting - lovely historical type painting of a fox hunt - Regency style - equestrian vibe; lovely - handsome - gentlemen - hounds - nostalgic and elegant stunning imagery
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 612626006
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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