After years of stories, friendship, and shared history, HNZ has entered its archive era.
Thank you to every member, professor, prefect, shopkeeper, club leader, GM, and admin who helped build this community.
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Marnie was currently sitting in the middle of what could only be described as a yarn-splosion. She'd decided she was going to make a quilt for the Arts Club gallery and then had proceeded to hem and haw about colours and materials all holidays until she was sitting here, surrounded by yarn as...
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