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The fragment turns from touch to vastness, moving quickly from the intimacy of contact into a sea-and-sky scale.

Even as a rough note, the page has a distinct upward sweep. `Nothing could touch it` begins with refusal or distance, and the following lines widen into `ocean` and `sky`. The middle line remains unstable in the scan, but the overall movement is clear: something private or tactile is being pushed into a larger, elemental frame.

A three-line thought. Nothing could touch it, a ship told me the ocean to the sky. An aphorism about the horizon as a teacher of scale.