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Kind Rejection

I just received a very kind rejection email from the editors at 5x5 Literary Magazine. (Read their most recent issue here) They seemed genuinely grateful to me for submitting work to them for review, which makes sense. If writers don't submit work, literary magazines have nothing to publish. In any case, their gratitude was a nice touch. I also appreciated their relatively quick response time of about 2 months. That's not bad at all. So I thought I'd share that 5x5 is a nice place to submit work.

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