It is with sadness I inform you that I have misplaced some of the letters, and we’re not going in chronological order from this point. The next letter is about her time in the 1980s.

It is an extremely windy day, but it feels alive and hot with the heat of the city. It's electric and constantly on fire at all times. All one has to do is walk down the street to see all the grey and black alien pods in huge lines filling every street and the bright pink and phosphorescent signs telling you to buy things. I love this era of time and progression in mortals, the way their feet are in big spikes stomping or the huge grey blocks they hold to their ear and shout into. I feel like a walking sky building in my clothes. This new era has ushered in big building like porches on my shoulders and tight fitted black things on my legs which I so love to feel clinging to my skin. And these most curious soft circular straps on my chest that wrap all around and feel like it might slip at any moment. I also particularly enjoy the spikes my feet are currently resting on, further adding to the effect of me being a big building, with towering limbs and harsh blacks. I am currently situated in a funny stone building where people rush in the masses to hand over paper rectangles with foil on them to put onto these small plastic rectangles. I come every evening and leave in the early morning to collect these pieces of papers. I collect them in a big room they say is something called an ‘offic?’ It has a big desk and chairs which I sit in and a funny white block that produces light on it. In the corner it has a big green plant of marvelous proportions with drooping leaves that slowly caress the wall. And a funny soft texture on the entire floor which I enjoy walking in as it rises up and down. How funny these new inventions and customs are. As I help more people, I start to take my leave for the day. I put my plastic rectangle in a hole in the wall to see what notes I own. There is a list of numbers and many funny words for me to choose from; I chose the withdraw option. I set out to punch in the numbers on the metal square with brightly coloured lights and go for 200,000. It takes a while for all these pieces of paper to come out in a row. I open up my big pouch from this era in preparation. I put all the notes in one by one and set on my way.

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My sanctuary is now a big room in an oddly shaped tower. It has many stairs to reach it and big see through holes to see everything on the sides. It has a long corridor with many other doors like mine and the soft funny texture I so love on the floor. As I approach my door, I have to fumble with the line in it and put this odd metal contraption in. It turns and turns before my door can open and as I enter, it makes a strange slow sound. As it closes, I pull this chain onto the door so it cannot be opened from the outside and set my things down. It is a very large and spacious room with big see through holes everywhere and soft funny things all over the floor. It also has blank high walls everywhere and a rectangle with legs for me to sleep in. My most favorite thing in my new sanctuary is the black box which has pictures showing up on it every day and this mysterious white object that dispenses hot sweet brown liquid for me to drink. This is all I can describe for the moment, I'm too overwhelmed by everything, I shall write more later.