Dear U (Part 21 in a 26-part series)

Dear U,

I’m glad that you’re your own letter now, U.  Having never been differentiated from V until the 1700s, it’s about time you got your own shape.  And what a lovely shape it is. Still, I can’t help but feel a little bad for you, U. Such a lonely vowel you are.  So separated from the rest of your vowel, friends. I mean, sure, you’re pretty close to Y, but, let’s face it, Y is naught but a pretender to the throne.
Urchin, Ursula, ubiquitous; what wondrous words you allow us to create. You go, U!

Uf widerlüge,
Peat

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