Horrida congestis cum staret bruma pruinis cunctaque durato stringeret arva gelu, haesit in adversa nimborum mole viator; perdita nam prohibet semita ferre gradum.
When mid-winter stood bristling with thick frost and bound every field in hardened ice, a traveller came to a halt in a heavy barrier of mist; for the losing of his path prevented his advance.
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