Cum vero venti a Pontico mari spirant, quidquid sabuli in campis iacet converrunt; quod ubi cumulatum est, magnorum collium procul species est, omniaque pristini itineris vestigia  intereunt.
Indeed, when the winds blow from the Pontic sea, they sweep together whatever sand lies on the plains; when this is piled up, it looks from a distance like great hills, and all traces of the former road disappear.
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