Read by Monica Morrissey

When people die, are they ever truly gone? I had heard the saying "pennies from heaven" before, but my coins from heaven seemed to be dimes. Was my father actually sending me dimes to show me he wasn't really gone? My mother seemed to be sending pennies all the time, but my dad was pretty clever. Everyone around me knew that I was sensitive, but it took me writing about a few special dimes to discover what it meant to be an empath. Along with the messages from Heaven, I share how I am listening to the positive voice inside my head. This book is about so much more than dimes, yet without them, I wouldn't have written it

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