You watch the line unfold like a kite string before you.

There I was, like hanging onto a kite string!

Like maybe when he was out there tying a key to his kite string?

The kite string was pieced together from anything we could find.

Goes way beyond the key on the kite string.

I felt like a little boy who had lost grip of his kite string and was chasing after it in vain.

Try as we might, our lines got tangled like used kite string.

The kite string looked very much like old-fashioned cable-television line.

Second problem with kite strings - you use them outside, where the string can absorb moisture.

Yet somehow, all I could see was the bobbing kite string that stretched across the stage.