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This is a short story published in ¡°Twice-Told Tales,¡± a collection of short stories by Nathaniel Hawthorne first published in 1837.
In "Footprints on the Beach," Hawthorne tells the story of a man who walks along the beach and reflects on the passage of time and the transience of life. As he walks, he discovers footprints in the sand, which leads him to meditate on the journeys and experiences of those who came before him.
The story is characterized by an introspective tone and contemplation of existential themes. Hawthorne uses images of the sea and coast to emphasize the vastness and mystery of the universe and the transience of human existence.
"Footprints on the Beach" is one of Hawthorne's short, meditative works, inviting readers to reflect on universal experiences of life, death, and the passage of time.

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Summary
It must be a spirit much unlike my own, which can keep itself in health and vigor without sometimes stealing from the sultry sunshine of the world, to plunge into the cool bath of solitude. At intervals, and not infrequent ones, the forest and the ocean summon me?one with the roar of its waves, the other with the murmur of its boughs?forth from the haunts of men. But I must wander many a mile, ere I could stand beneath the shadow of even one primeval tree,¡¦.

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Footprints on the Sea-Shore