Casca was gazing at the distant line where sea and sky met.

When he had gone she remained by the window for a while, eyes on the horizon where sea and sky met.

They crawled along just beyond the line where the sky met the water, half hidden, infinitely slow.

Sea and sky meet in a single straight line.

The scenery is stunning where the sky meets the sea.

He fell, then, almost perpendicularly to that circular line where the sea and the sky meet.

He looked to the horizon, where the purple land and the darkening sky met.

At night in the desert, without a moon, it was difficult to tell where the earth and sky met.

The sky always met the sea, she mused, no matter how distant.

At the point where the sea and the sky meet, he can see that the horizon-line is slightly bowed.