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Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

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a painting of a woman with red hair and a green dress and a white shirt and a tree and a river, Anne Said, pre-raphaelitism, pre - raphaelite, an ultrafine detailed painting Anne Shirley at age of 21, by L. M. Montgomery
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Model: Stained Glass Portrait
Width: 1024Height: 1024
Scale: 7Steps: 100
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