Countless

Her life was not a bad one: Sons and daughters came. There was light, there was dark. She experienced hunger, pain, sadness; also joy, dancing, fullness. Wrinkles grew; she received word that children of hers had passed, or had had other children. As her people lacked any system to keep track of heartbeats, amounts, times, trades, ages, or years, most things stayed as they'd always been. Some nights, when the moon was obscured by clouds, she even wished there were some way to mark the losses so that she could mourn them, but she supposed that was a silly dream.