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Eat Sleep Cute Repeat | I Woke Up Cute | Of Course I'm Cute Have You Seen My Mom | Cute Funny Baby Infant Toddler Quote | Watercolor | Pastel | Printable Wall Art | Printable Art | Instant Download | Digital Download

This listing includes 5 high quality PDF and 15 high quality JPG files of 3 original artwork designs with different ratio sizes for printing.

1) 4:5 ratio Prints:
4" x 5"
8" x 10"
12" x 15"
16" x 20"

2) 3:4 ratio Prints:
6" x 8"
9"x 12"
12" x 16"
15" x 20"
18" x 24"

3) 2:3 ratio Prints:
4" x 6"
8" x 12"
12" x 18"
16" x 24"
20" x 30"
24" x 36"

4) 5" x 7"

5) 11" x 14"

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