A Sand Print

The waves rush over me in their excitement to get to the pebbles on the beach. The sound it makes as it rushes over the pebbles makes ripples go up and down my spine. I move only with the tide, one line at a time,  Once I was alive, now I am embossed on the sand. What am I?

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